The Art of Opening Up

I enjoy spending time with myself. So on Sunday I headed to one of my favorite places to get a clear head: the mountains. Utah is truly beautiful, I’m blessed to call this state home.

Utah Hike
I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up. I stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let go. I know nothing. But I am here to learn.” -Shane Koyczan

It was different enjoying the treasures mother nature treats us to on my own. My pace was slower, I inhaled the fresh air with gratitude, and I discovered things I’d normally walk past.

My thoughts wandered and at one point I was convinced I had drifted from the trail I intended to follow. Then I started feeling all sorts of freaked out because of rattlesnakes (I was going through “Rattlesnake Gulch”)

My heart began to race and I had to stop, sit down, and chill out. I also needed to use my inhaler but that’s irrelevant. Suddenly a calm came over me and I knew I was going the right way. It reminded me how much self-doubt can consume us if we are not careful.

Here is a video from the top of the trail. There wasn’t anyone else up there so I sat and enjoyed my sandwich and quality time with the birds n’ bugs. This quick video does not do the beauty of where I was justice but I’ll share it anyway.

Sundays are the perfect day to fill your heart with the best things in life that we tend to overlook in our busy lives. What are your plans for the weekend? I’d love to hear what you do to clear your thoughts and get ready for a new week.

xoxo, Bailey Mikell

 

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Sweeter Than Others

Dear January 14th…. we are in a fight.

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BUT, lets celebrate the beauty of today instead of highlighting the negative. I decided to take my frustration out in the kitchen and bake the cutest little banana bran muffins you’ve ever seen.

mini bran muffin

And of course I spilled granola all over my kitchen floor during the process. But don’t worry, Roman was there to provide me with some assistance..

Granola

AAAAND…. Lincoln turned 2 at the end of December & I couldn’t be more proud of the sweet boy that he is. I do believe being an auntie is one of the biggest blessings in the world. We played with his new toys, ate cupcakes, and smooched goodnight. I love him very much.

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It’s colder than a witches tit in the ‘tah. I’ve come to the conclusion that copious amounts of tea, bloody mary’s (which I’ve mastered), beer, and football are the only solution to the temperature being in single digits. Keep calm & drink/cheer the 49ers on.

January weather

“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.”  Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
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Winter is always the hardest season for me, so meditation, yoga & daily affirmations are key to staying centered & balanced. The problem is I close my eyes for 10 minutes & when I open them this is my first thought….
what the fuck was I thinking about?
Oops. Some seasons are simply sweeter than others. Speaking of sweet, I decided to stop being an asshole & start dating again (& I may or may not have a crush…) What has January been treating you with? I miss all of you. Reach out to me so that we can reconnect, I’d love to hear what’s going on in your world.
All my love until next time, Bailey Mikell

Back to my roots

I have been missing my girlfriends, mum & co-workers a lot lately. My heart aches when I don’t get to see the gems in my life. So I packed the car up & Roman & I made our way to SLC for a few days. I feel like I am on vacation — yet I’m sitting here enjoying a cup of joe at my old desk.

I know I say it a lot, and to some it may be too much, but the blessings in my life never cease to amaze me. All I can say is I genuinely wish I could make sure everyone felt the same about their life. But sometimes, it’s just not that easy.

Happy Monday beautiful, shine on.

In the city

 

Take Your Baby by the Hand

Yesterday I spent a couple hours in bed after work with some weird bug. Andy brought me Kneaders & I soon realized how much some solid food and rest can do for a girl (one of those “duh” moments). Shortly after I was up and at it around the house. The next 4 weeks will be a bit chaotic around here because it is the end of the semester. Having my home in a good state should contribute to the fight for sanity during finals.

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I’d say I’m ‘trying to get my wardrobe organized‘… but lets be real, when am I not trying to get my wardrobe organized?? It’s a year round, never-ending thing. All of my girlfriends know what I’m talking about… They’ve all been over for bags of clothes that my ass outgrew or the 6 shirts I bought because ‘they match my shoes’  (that I don’t need & that look exactly alike). But sometimes you’re left with some gems & those clothes are just too pretty to keep hidden in the closet — which is why the clothes rack was invented. Mine is coming along and I am quite pleased with it. Someday when I’m not too ghetto to buy the wooden hangers I will. But that day is not today.

[ since those with droids have instagram now, add me! username: commanderinchic ]

I hit a wall at about 11:30 and that’s when I found Andy in the kitchen. He had been setting his computer up for work & finally got his speakers to work. Wang Chung was blasting & you could tell he was trying so hard not to break out in a full on dance (he was doing the slow & discreet foot shuffle while his arms swung back n’ forth a bit. hilarious)

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Next thing you know we’re dancing in the kitchen to ‘Dance Hall Days’ while he twirls me around in my painting/cleaning clothes & sings along to every word. We almost made it through the whole song but our asses are out-of-SHAPE (& we both needed a drink)

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We of course played Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd  & Can’t You See by the Marshall Tucker Band. I’m convinced these are the moments that true love is found, over & over again. Happy Friday sweets, I hope you take the time to dance with someone you love this weekend. Even if it’s just a bit of shufflin’ & swinging of the arms. It’ll feel good, I promise.

Bee

She Fought with Fervor and Great Love

Being raised by a single mother helped me build a strong connection with women who refuse to sit back & be quiet while others make decisions for them. At a young age I was taught how rewarding it is to be independent & work hard for the life that you want to live. My mother also surrounded me with women who celebrate themselves & those they love — women who fight for what they believe in & aren’t willing to settle.

I am not here to say that what I believe is right & what you believe is wrong — I am here to say that each individual has the power of choice & the freedom to express themselves. This world is beginning to hush what needs to be heard & hide what we have the right to see. I believe that if each of us makes the commitment to stand tall when we discuss our passions, speak steady when we express our concerns & be strong when people claim that our voices are weak we can show just how far  one dream can take us.

This is the kind of woman I aspire to be & can become. And I love that. My country may not be perfect but I am thankful that it allows me to attack even the smallest challenges with fervor & great love. I hope you do the same.

I am here for a reason & I won’t wait around for someone to tell me what it is. I shall strive to make a difference in just one persons life, an unforgettable one.

“European Member of Parliament, Licia Ronzulli (an MEP from Italy), took her seven-week old daughter, Victoria, to work at the European Parliament in Strasbourg. [It was not a ‘Take-Your-Child-to-Work’ event.] She kept her baby carefully cradled against her in a wrap and occasionally leant to kiss her on the forehead. This photo was taken as she voted on proposals to improve women’s employment rights and was broadcast and published in newspapers around the world.”

Thank you for being brave Licia Ronzulli.

“I love to see a young girl go out & grab the world by the lapels. Life’s a bitch. You’ve got to go out and kick ass.” -Maya Angelou

The power of a happy home

Before I moved to Logan I lived with my aunt Care (Carolyn) & Uncle Gregg. While I was there I learned more things then you could ever imagine. Some of those things were: how to dissemble a sippie cup (& clean it/put it back together. harder then you think guys), load a dishwasher correctly (I grew up without one & slowly became one), how to balance family & life’s battles, tricks to ace a college history test, the magic in cooking some mean risotto and more. Living there was a great growing experience for me that I will look back on fondly for the rest of my life.

One of my favorite memories was reading time with Talya in the music room. It was our special time together while Zeb napped. In the music room there are big windows that look over the city & allow even the slightest rays of sun through. The highlight of reading time was the Lemon tree we sat next to. We’d watch the lemons begin as wee buds & with time grow into delicious lemons that were used for “tickle pie”. It was cool watching something grow & talking to Talya about it because children have such a different perspective on things.

Here is a photo of the lemon tree last January. I have finally figured out why I loved this tree so much. It is because it showed me that anything can flourish in a happy, loving, healthy home — even during the coldest months.

I am now determined to not only have my very own herb garden this year but my own lemon tree as well. Here is a great post about tips to growing citrus indoors from Apartment Therapy. Check it out, and if you do invest in a lemon tree, do tell:)

All my love, Bee

Comforting Blends

Learning how to “fight right” never comes easy at first… & although there is always room for things to be worse, I have to say being humiliated by someone you love is a gut wrenching feeling.

It’s just me, a cup of tea, & Roman tonight… The best comfort when it’s 3 A.M and your mum & sissy are 90 miles away.

Thankful I’m not alone because I am slowly but surely learning that (as much as I hate to admit) it scares me to death.

xoxo, R&B