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

What Makes Me Go

Every morning at 5 a.m Beyonce serenades and motivates my ass via my alarm clock while I fumble around and put my gym clothes on like a little zombie. Then I get into my car and drive to the gym within 5 minutes (I know, it’s so close, I’m spoiled).

Sometimes I meet my best friend Kelsey, and sometimes I go alone. But I always commit 2 hours at the beginning of the day to myself. It’s my me time where I work through all the things going on in my head. It’s the green light to my day, the thing that makes me go.

For some women it’s shopping, spa days, champagne and high heels. For me it’s my Nike’s, headphones, Nalgene filled with ice cold water, and an ass kicking. I love and enjoy the alternative, but the gym fuels me unlike any gorgeous new handbag. When I exercise I’m investing in myself. My happiness, health, and well-being are invaluable to me.

But this morning when I peeled my eyeballs open (yah, it’s rough sometimes) I realized that I needed something different for the day. So instead of rushing to the gym and breaking a sweat I chose to make myself some tea, sit down on my meditation pillow, and be still. I chose an exercise for my mind.

And it was beautiful. I focused on my breath. I woke up slowly. I was mindful of my thoughts. And the most important thing was that I was gentle with myself.

Next week I have my first big test at school, and I’m dedicating this weekend to studying. I’m sure there will be moments of frustration where I am tired and would rather stick burning needles in my eyeballs than work on my review…. But I feel like meditating this morning really prepared me for the next week.

I’m learning that we need a variety of things in our lives to remain aware. Things that challenge us, educate us, motivate us, and comfort us. But for me the biggest thing is finding the moments, people, and activities that quiet my thoughts. Meditating does that for me. Looking at someone I love does that for me. Sharing my thoughts by writing on this blog and hearing feedback from like-minded individuals does that for me.

I didn’t need squats, dumbells, and burpees today. I needed to keep my heart open, my thoughts pure, and my energy centered while I remained present. Sometimes in life the quieter we become, the more we can hear. 

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Hold On

When I was 17 I saw Colbie Caillat in concert here in Salt Lake. That was an odd phase for me, and I stopped listening to her music shortly after. But tonight Kels told me to listen to her new song “Hold On”. And you know what? I plan on playing it loud n’ proud on my way to the gym. And work. And to school. And back home. Sometimes you just need a chick song to rock out to without feeling “dumb” about it. Girlfriend has stepped up her game since the whole “bubbly” situation.

Have a great day my loves!

XOXO

Seeing My Potential

The last few months of my life have been focused on preparing myself to return to school. Making the decision to start taking classes again was difficult for me, but I am so glad that I did. Taking some time off of school and allowing myself some time to truly discover what direction I want to go in has made a huge impact on me as a person.

I’ve finally learned that if we wait to start something when we are ready we may never begin.

I spent last night laughing so hard that I had tears coming out of my eyes with my best friend… and I really can’t think of a better way to say goodbye to my typical routine. Ryanne and Pat and I also watched our niners take the win today, that was a nice lil’ bonus to the weekend.

I’m curiously excited to see what this next chapter will bring. I never, ever imagined that this is what my life would be like at 22. Cheers to doing some soul-searching and becoming a stronger person because of it. Thank god I finally realized that I am too passionate to not put myself as a priority.

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All my love,

Bailey Mikell

Reality Check & Staying Humble

I watched the bill on the register add up “$5…$10…$13…$18.59..” I politely stopped the woman at the cashier who I’ve known for years. I was at Reams, our neighborhood grocery store I went to with my mom growing up.

Can you please remove the most expensive items in order to drop the price to $17.00?” A year ago this would have made my heart stop & my eyes possibly well up with tears from embarrassment. There were at least 4 people in line behind me. Instead, I gave them a warm smile & apologized for the delay.

I’m two days from pay day & this is normal. I’ve planned for groceries & gas until then. I watch my budget carefully each month & I only purchase the things that I need. Let’s just say there aren’t any random shopping splurges or moments that lack gratitude in my life. At first this was an adjustment for me. But now I remember that living on my own is a luxury, and that this is my reality.

When I was younger I imagined that I would feel some sort of shame and embarrassment in this situation. Thankfully my life has dramatically changed and I have been exposed to the real world and the strict rules my independence casts. And I’m more than okay with it, because my struggles are blessings in others eyes.

As I grabbed my bags of groceries and walked out of the store I did not feel anything negative. In fact I felt proud that I had remembered my limit, made a plan, and stuck to it. The man directly behind me smiled and gave a little chuckle with a nod. It gave me comfort knowing that he understood. It was an overall humbling experience, and it certainly won’t be the last.

I live a very fortunate life. I have a job I love, a roof over my head, warm clothes, a meal on the table, clean water… a family that helps me when they can. I could go on. I swear my prayers turn into rambles because of this exact reason.. I am so thankful.

So many people live paycheck to paycheck (or on food stamps) with children, illnesses, and unstable living situations. And they accept that with grace. I look up to those who make it work, find creative ways to make do, and walk out of the store with their head held high knowing that it doesn’t reflect on them. It’s just life.

When I wake up in the morning and my eyeballs are swollen shut from sleeping so hard I just lay there and think “Wow, this is mine.” And that is what motivates me to work hard everyday and accept these reality checks when they happen (and they happen often) These are the things that keep me grounded.

I found a fantastic new food blog called Budget Bytes. I was so excited when I found it because each recipe is not only delicious but there is a price on all the items it calls for. Tonight I made Garlic Parmesan Kale angel hair pasta. It was guilt-free love, and is now a new favorite recipe of mine. Quick, easy, healthy, and inexpensive ($4, as a matter of fact)

Whether you’re on a tight budget or not I recommend visiting Budget Bytes. And don’t forget to welcome moments like this with love and strength, because we all need a reminder to stay humble :)

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Remember Why You Started

Hey all, I hope you’re having a beautiful weekend so far. I spent my Friday night in the gym with my best friend, we worked hard and laughed harder. And as I was breathing through my latest challenge (perfecting the deadlift) I looked at myself in the mirror and figured out why I was really there.

I’ve noticed that most 20-somethings are in the gym to see quick results. They do whatever it takes to get that perky booty, toned stomach, wee arms, and the infamous “thigh gap” (which I hate, but that’s another story. Click here for my opinion on that) And I’ll be honest, a year ago I was that girl. But I’m so grateful for my experience in the gym these last 2 months because it has drastically changed my view of what fit and healthy really means. 

When I go to the gym I focus, I compete with the person I was the day before, and I have fun. I am gentle with myself when I am not quite understanding something new for the first few times, and I am hard on myself when my body says “give up” and my mind says “try one more time“.

At the beginning of this journey my goals were not healthy. I wanted to look good for a trip we’re planning in January that calls for bikini’s and sundresses. But something clicked and I realized that I’m not there 6 days a week to have skinny arms to flaunt at the bar or while I’m on vacation. My reasons go much deeper than that because they’ll effect my life, and those in it, years from now.

I want strong arms so that I can swoop my nephew up and squeeze him tight when we’re playing. So that it’s not as much of a challenge to carry things like groceries up the stairs to my apartment. I want to be strong so that I can defend myself if I ever found myself in a scary situation. And so that in May when it’s time for me to move I wont have to rely on so many people for help (and wine to recover;)

The strength I am working so hard for is for myself. So that I can have a lifetime of good health & fitness instead of simply working towards a slim body for the holidays or sporadic vacations on the beach.

And I am many years away from this part of my life, but I work hard now so that one day I can be a strong momma to my children. I want to be a good example of happiness & health for them. I want to be able to keep up with them when they are being stinkers & booking it as fast as they can away from me ;) & I want to be emotionally strong, which is what focusing on loving and nurturing my body does for me.

I will continue to run races, compete and complete spartans, and stay active. I want to be a fun auntie, a daughter who can help with big projects, a girlfriend who can do her own heavy lifting, a self-lover, and someday I hope to be a mom who can keep up with my quick and curious kids.

So when I walk into the gym on a Friday night or an early weekday before work I will forget what society says, I will brush any self-doubt aside, and I’ll remember why I started. And I think that’s pretty powerful.

“A woman is often measured by things she cannot control. She is measured by the way her body curves or doesn’t curve. By where she is flat, or straight, or round. She is measure by 36-24-36 and inches and ages and numbers, by all the outside things that don’t ever add up to who she is on the inside. And so if a woman is to be measured, let her be measured by the things she can control, by who she is trying to become. Because every woman knows measurements are only statistics, and statistics lie.” -Nike

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I Shall Not

Sometimes I’d rather skip Monday. But then I remind myself that one of the best things a woman can have is her shit together. It doesn’t take much time to get ready for the day once that thought is on my mind.

 

Repeat after me: I shall not have any “wish I would have’s” in this lifetime.

xoxo