First Date

After a visit from family this past weekend, I took a drive and decided to visit an independent bookstore I’ve never been to before. I viewed it as my artist date for this past week. I have never been afraid to go places by myself but being intentional about it felt somehow different.

Setting the intention to go somewhere I’ve never been by myself, even if it was something as familiar to me as a bookstore took a little nudging. But I took my time, sat on a wooden bench and pored over my selections.

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My selections

Most importantly, I let go and my afternoon was my own. Typically, Saturdays revolve around on catching up on home organization, running errands and spending time with Hubby. When I left the family breakfast to go to the bookstore (and get my brows done), I’d like to think I made inner artist smile.

I honored my time for myself and that is more than enough for me.

 

Getting Free

When I began #bloglikecrazy challenge, one of the things I wanted to explore was paying off debt. Even though my blog mostly explores plant-based health and writing, financial health is something I am sure we can all agree is extremely important. I believe it’s all connected.

I have never considered myself extremely financially savvy but the one thing I did I absolutely do not regret is buy my first home on my own 11 years ago. Sure, there have been times when I wished I could just call a landlord to handle a problem. I can’t deny that but no matter the ups and downs I went through as a single or married woman, no one can take away the fact that I did it on my own.

I can truly take care of myself without a life partner or a parent making those monthly decisions for me or with me.

There is nothing wrong with doing it with anyone else–that is how I live now but I carry the knowledge that when it comes down to it, I don’t have to be afraid of that unknown.

As hubby and I move forward with our lives, we seek to become completely debt-free with the ability to travel and give as we wish. We are trying to be accountable and truthful with ourselves as possible.

I’ve noticed when it comes to money how easy it is to excuse spending outside of the budget, especially on going out to eat. I have been listening to Dave Ramsey on and off for years and used to watch Suze Orman but all of the information is useless if I am not vigilant about implementing it.

So for the remainder of this year (to start), I am challenging myself to stick to a budget. Like down to the penny. I’ve done it before but the intention is different because I am. I will be strictly back on the Total Money Makeover Plan and look forward to being the kind of person who not only shuns excuses about writing and health but about finances, too.

Your turn:

Are you on a specific plan? How have you prepared yourself (and your family) to be financially free?

 

 

Full Circle

I had a full circle moment this morning.

I sat in my car after Afro-Caribbean dance class and recorded a quick video about how I felt. I was tired, flushed and revealing a bit too much nostril but that was alright. More than alright. It was real. I was grateful to be engaged in an activity that was just for me. It has nothing to do with furthering my career, no one was making me do it and I hadn’t enlisted any of my friends to come with me.

It’s not that I wouldn’t welcome company because I would. Sometimes, I think we all need to give ourselves permission to try new things without any expectations or opinions from others.

Go it alone.

And that’s what I’ve been doing. This is a need I’ve had for some time. I wrote a piece about it a few months ago. If you would like to read more about it, here is the link: Epiphany

When I had this epiphany a few months ago, I started crying. That’s how much I missed taking dance classes, moving this brown mass of a body rhythmically around a room, in a line, smiling, sweaty, even shy and nervous with others. Collapsing in the car this morning, I recognized I had made it happen. I made the choice to put away my silly fears about being too big, fretting about the psoriasis scars up and down my arms and moved from stillness into action.

Like I said, I had come full circle.

And I’m not going back.