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I’m Giving Up (And Why That’s A Good Thing!)
Giving Up I’ve only been in Mexico a month, and already, it is changing me. I am giving up. I am giving up a sense of control, the type A personality that I had let cover up my real type B personality of calm, of creativity, of letting things fall where they may. Back in the US, I owned a house, had a full-time job, plus did side social media work, and somewhere fit in traveling and writing this blog. How did I do this? By squeezing in as many activities as I could do in a day. There were no free moments of sitting in the sun to let it…
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Embracing Imperfection: 3 Magical Ways Mexico Is Causing Me To Love My Flaws
I have a confession to make. I am used to be a perfectionist. (OK, I’m working on it). I have come to realize that I am very hard on myself, and that definitely makes me enjoy life a lot less. I guess I started realizing that I needed to give up “perfect” before I even got here. As I was selling everything I owned, I realized just how much stuff I had. And why? Well, most of it was dishes. Why did I have so many plates, shot glasses, martini glasses, brandy snifters, shrimp forks, and salt cellars? Because I used to give “perfect” dinner parties. I wanted every dish…
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Slowing Down: How I’m Learning To Live The Good Life In Mexico
La Buena Vida-“The Good Life” That’s what they call it here, and you hear it a lot. But you don’t just hear it. You live it. I haven’t been here very long, but already I am learning to embrace the art of slowing down. I am embracing imperfection, and I am living fully in the moment in a way that I never have. Oh, yes, at first, I tried my old ways. Trying to do too much, scheduling too many activities in a day, but then something happened. That something that happened took me by the hand and called to my heart, and said, “Slow down.” “What are you hurrying…
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Join Me For A Magical Walk Through San Miguel de Allende
Magic is the energy I feel each day when I awake in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. Suspended in time is what I feel when I walk through San Miguel de Allende’s cobblestone streets. The days seem to end before they even began. You have filled my senses to the brim during your sunlit days. The sound of church bells fills my ears mixed with the crackle of thunder and fireworks being shot through your cannons. The smell of your chilies mingled with lavender and mint from your gardens stirs me. I am seduced with the beauty of your doorways. Each doorway the hues of paprika, mustard, and naranja, burning into…
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Where Is Home?
Don’t worry that your life is turning upside down.How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come? -Rumi Where is home? This has been a question that I’ve asked myself over and over through the years. Growing up, we moved thirteen times before I even made it out of high school. I learned early on that a home is not a house. Growing up, my home was my family, the laughter we shared in each house we lived in, the work we did together to create a nice place to be. Growing up, this was home. No matter where we…
