Checking in with you

It’s been over a year since I wrote on this blog, the place where I really started to figure my life out after two life-changing experiences. I chose not to read any of my old posts for a long time because I am so pleased with the woman that I am today. But I felt the sudden urge to check up on my little old blog. And surprisingly it feels really nice.

I have so many fond memories I can look back on because of my posts here, but my favorite thing is that I made a lot of really beautiful connections with my readers. I may be ready to let this part of my life go, but I certainly don’t want to ignore the fact that this blog helped me meet some amazing people.

If you’d like to keep up with me and where I am today I am blogging at a new page. The website is www.spicyyogi.com

If you’re interested in joining this next chapter of my journey please pop on over and say hello.

Hope to see you there,

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Bailey Mikell

Till’ It Feels Right

Hi babes! Happy Tuesday. This week has been beautiful so far. It’s been full of two of my favorite things — sunshine and love. If you don’t already know, I happen to work with one of my best friends, Ryanne (I know, I’m spoiled). So today I kidnapped her chiltlin while she was in a meeting. I love her kids, and so I always really look forward to taking over mommy-duties when she needs a break. I promise these brazilian hips were made to bounce/hold babies.

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I took her youngest, Lucy, who is 7 months old…(And to die for). I seriously want to smooch her cheeks off at all times. We went for a nice walk to the coffee shop, Luce drooled on me, laughed, and stared at strangers. And then we went to the indoor/outdoor mall, City Creek, and browsed. We had so much fun. I loved hearing her coo and jibber jabber in her stroller as we walked through downtown in the sun.

Oh, and I swear to you.. everyone is so much nicer to you when they think you’re a momma with a beautiful lil’ babe. It’s so interesting. Have you ever felt that way?

I am in absolutely no rush to have babies, and I realize it’s not as glamorous as wrangling someone else’s kids can be. I have an incredible, happy, healthy nephew who I love and adore. I also have cousins and Ryanne’s kids to live vicariously through. But, I do look forward to being a momma someday.. :)

I went back to work and then class afterwards and got some great news… I got an A on one of the most difficult papers I have ever had to write since being in college. This paper was on a pretty sensitive topic for me, so I was thrilled to see my grade and positive feedback from my professor.

We got out of class early, so I rushed home, put on my stretchy pants (sporty spice is in action as soooon as work is off) grabbed some vino, and headed to Ryanne and Pats for our weekly bachelor night. I planned on taking my agenda and scheduling homework/tests over the next month while I was there, but it felt good to celebrate my A and just leave all my responsibilities at home for a while.

Anyway, I hope you’re all having a great so far. I had a rough few days about a week or so ago, and it was because I was putting all of my time and energy towards the negative and stressful things in my life. Once I changed my perspective and attitude, things changed.

So if you feel overwhelmed, anxious, stressed, or uncomfortable in your day to day lifestyle try switching it up. Think about whether or not you’re putting more weight on one foot than the other. Find your balance, embrace the love in your life, and change your attitude to gratitude. Have a glass of wine, put some comfy pants on, and love the babies/kids/friends/family in your life. Smooch em’ till it feels right.

All my love…

Bee

The Fool In Me

“I must learn to love the fool in me — the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of my human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my Fool.”

-Theodore Isaac Rubin

I Like My Women Fire Like CAY-ENNE!!

Every morning at the bachelorette pad is not always calm and peaceful with Buddhist bells and incense and happy little quotes. It’s just not.

Sometimes I wake up and I just need to play this song while I’m in the shower. It’s honestly such a good way to get stoked about the day and a favorite throwback of mine. There is nothing like dancing around the house at 6 a.m with a toothbrush in your mouth, wet hair, and a cute pair of underwear. I know you’ve got it in you… go ‘head. Shake it fast.

Mindful Of Your Words

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Happy Thursday dolls. I’m really working on thinking before I speak. Which is kind of hard for me sometimes. We have to be so careful to taste our words before we spit them out. I learned that the hard way recently. So today when you feel like blurting something out try and be mindful of exactly what message you’re sending.

Before you speak, ask yourself: Is it kind, is it true, is it necessary, does it improve upon the silence?” -Shirdi Sai Baba

xoxo, Bee

Tastes of Spring

Hi loves. So, it’s almost March! Almost. And for a heat loving girl who always has her bikini in her glovebox just in case, that makes me very happy. We’ve had a couple of really beautiful sunny days in Salt Lake over the last week (60 degrees) Now, I realize that they were kind of teasers… but I’m already feeling pretty antsy for Spring to get here.

One of my favorite things is planning out what to plant in our garden. It’s so much fun sitting down with my mom on the porch and drawing out where each plant will go. She’s much better at it than me, but I’m learning more each year. She focuses on things that are over my head and I focus on placing pretty crystals and wind chimes etc. all around to make it a happy garden. I was obviously raised by a pack of lesbians and hippies.. So there’s that.

There’s something therapeutic about putting my cut off shorts and a tank top on, getting on my knees, and getting my hands dirty after a long day at work. No stress, no bullshit, just me, the plants, some bugs, and some good tunes.

There are moments where gardening can really kick my ass and make me sweat. Like when my mom grants me the lovely duty of hauling huge bags of turkey shit from the car into the garden…. And then there are times where I am caring for one specific baby tomato plant that needs some trimming, and if I don’t do it right it wont live so I have to really take my time and be gentle with it. I’m not a gentle person by nature… so it kind of becomes a calming, peaceful thing for me to do. I always have a shit eating grin on my face when I can go and pick a gorgeous, perfect, homegrown tomato off of that exact plant a few weeks later.

And there is nothing better then being able to share our harvest with loved ones and neighbors. Whether it’s a basket of assorted fresh produce or an amazing dinner made strictly from the garden that we enjoy together on a Summer night. It’s rewarding, and there is comfort and joy in knowing exactly where our food came from.

If you don’t have a garden I suggest you do the hustle and start making a game plan to change that. It’s hard work, but the outcome is more than worth it. Alls I’m sayin’ is I’ve never met a soul that has said “This fresh, organic, heirloom tomato really sucks. I wish I wouldn’t have planted this garden.”

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Lightly, child.

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It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig. Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me…So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling, on tiptoes and no luggage, not even a sponge bag, completely unencumbered. -Aldous Huxley, Island