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On Starting Over Again with Self-Kindness

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During this first year of twin motherhood, my physical wellness has slipped away once again. Mentally and emotionally I’ve done remarkably well. I’ve been hit with obstacle after obstacle during these 12 months but I’ve handled it all with grace. I’ve remained present. I’ve enjoyed all of the milestones. I embraced those early newborn days that were terrible and exhausting and painful. I never rushed them. I never resented them. I cherished them, knowing how fleeting they were. I embraced all of the milestones that came next too.

When the twins were nearing 7-months-old and I faced a significant financial and legal challenge that required me to return to work full-time and put the babies in daycare, I met the ordeal head on. After 9 years of work-from-home motherhood, I applied for jobs and I found the perfect one. When the babies got incredibly sick for 3 straight months due to daycare germs, I managed it. I managed the illnesses, the endless pediatrician visits, and the completely sleepless nights. When my husband was diagnosed with end-stage renal failure and went into the hospital, I continued to manage all of the above, plus caring for our 6 children alone for a week. In the months that followed, when he began his dialysis treatments, 3 times a week for 4 hours each session, I picked up the slack. Then, when I was suddenly laid off from my job after just 3.5 months, I handled that too. I switched gears and I made it work.

Through all of this, over the last 12 months, I kept my calm. I remained level-headed and while I had a few moments of panic—how on earth will I get through this—I generally stayed pretty damned strong and collected. I would say that a lifetime of working on my emotional health, healing my personal traumas, and actively daily overcoming the pull of anxiety and depression, all of these things prepared me well for the year that it’s been. Through it, not only did I survive, but I believe I truly flourished. I found new depths to my strength and wisdom.

While my emotional and mental health stayed solid, the one thing that did slip during this time was my physical wellness. In the areas of movement and nutrition, I fell off. I was so incredibly healthy throughout my entire pregnancy that I gained just over 30 pounds and lost it quickly after the twins were born. I stayed active through the pregnancy and I ate very well. These things contributed to an incredibly healthy state throughout, all of my tests always came back top-notch and I felt great up until the very end when food-poisoning sent me into preterm labor and required me to go on bed-rest for the final 8 weeks. But even that did not deter me from staying as active as I could, still doing light stretches even in the hospital.

However, after the babies were born things began to change. I faced the normal postpartum challenges along with some additional ones as a result of my cesarean section. I slowly began to lose the reigns on my phsyical health. I didn’t make time for mindful movement. I relaxed my eating habits into what was most convenient rather than what was best for me. Then life kept coming at me in the many ways that I described above and the decline continued. Now, here I am 8 days away from the twin’s first birthday and I am feeling all of it—in the worst shape that I’ve been in in about 6 years. It doesn’t feel good, but my goodness, do I give myself grace for it! I am not hard on myself, not for one moment! I did what I had to do to survive this year and that was enough. Hard stop.

These days, while many areas of my life are still brutally difficult, the twins are actually getting a lot easier. They still have their days and nights, but they are sleeping better and they are more independent. I am ready to start over again and align my physical health with my mental and emotional health. This afternoon during my break from work, I pulled out my yoga mat for the first time in a long time and had a beautiful practice on my bedroom floor. Every couple of minutes, however, a vicious voice crept into my mind to shout nasty things at me, like, “Why are you even bothering? You’re too far gone.” “Your practice is atrocious. You’ve lost it. Just give it up.” “Feel that pain? This pose used to be so easy for you. What a mess you’ve let yourself become.” “You will never get back what you once had, just leave it behind you.” And so on…

This voice used to deter me, but do you know what? Today I meet it with kindness and resolve. One of the most powerful acts of love that I have given myself is learning to speak to myself the way that I speak to those whom I love. For example, when my children or my husband or my close friends express thoughts of insecurity or self-loathing like the ones I’ve just shared above, about my yoga practice, I speak back to them with deep kindness and show them how silly such thoughts are. I tell them how they are strong and capable and wonderful. And when those ugly thoughts creep into my own mind now, I treat them the same way. I welcome them, listen to them, allow them to take up their space, and then I let them go and replace them with truth. Why, yes, my yoga practice is quite rusty right now. How wonderful that I am still here in spite of that. How glorious it will be when I begin to get my strength back and feel my body changing. How empowering it is to start all over again!

I answer every irrational, negative thought with a rational, positive one—and this is how I do it. This is how I start all over again with kindness.

On another note, I recently released a free healing guide on nutrition and movement. Six years ago, when I began my physical and emotional healing journey, I absolutely transformed my health and wellness. In terms of physical health, the primary drivers of change are nutrition and movement. Through an incredible amount of personal experience and research I created a path to healing these areas, which also happens to heal overall wellness. I have been wanting to put all of this knowledge into a cohesive guide for quite some time. Since I am just now getting myself back on the path, I thought it would be a perfect time to do so. Thus, you can download this Nutrition & Movement Healing Guide for free. I truly believe that the content is priceless, but I am releasing it for free because, more than anything else, I want this information to help others the way that it has helped me.

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    My Journey to Financial Freedom | Part 1: The Fall

    Three years ago, I was nearly $60,000 in debt. I had a Bachelor’s degree that didn’t appear to be worth its weight in salt and a job that couldn’t cover a fraction of my monthly bills. I was terrified.

    Today, I am closer to complete financial freedom than I ever dreamed possible. Last week, I paid off my last remaining credit card balance. This two-part post is a celebration of this incredible milestone in my journey.

    In part one, I will explain how I got to that terrible place. In part two, I will explain how I’m getting out of it (and how you can do it, too).

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    A financial prison is the worst sort of prison to be stuck in. A financial prison does not have steel bars or a prison warden. You will not get sent to financial prison for committing a crime. There is only one person that can sentence you to financial prison. That person is you.

    There are two primary types of financial prisoners:

    1. There are those in financial prison who got there because they truly did not know any better. This type eventually realizes the error of their ways and breaks free.

    2. There are those who knowingly commit themselves to financial prison. This type is well aware of the consequences of living beyond her means; but she does it anyway.

    Of course there are also those who fall somewhere in the middle, like me… (Cue dream sequence.) It all started when I was 18. The guidance counseling systems in my high school and college were either completely inadequate or I simply refused to pay attention. I can’t honestly remember which it was, though I think it was the former. Either way, I was screwed.

    Before me, no one in my family had ever been to college so I didn’t receive much advice. I was thrilled to be out of high school and ready for the next step. I took my SATs one time and applied to one school. My parents, being average folks, made just enough money to prevent me from receiving financial aid; but not enough money to be able to pay my full tuition. For me, this meant loans: “lovely” student loans from “lovely” Sallie Mae.

    My mother co-signed and it was a cinch from there. Each semester I filled out a relatively simple form and like magic, Sallie Mae sent me a check. In fact, Sallie Mae was so generous that they allowed me to take out as much “extra” money as I needed every semester. It was fantastic! Yes, I had money to pay for books, meals, and extra curricula. I also had money to go out and binge drink, buy clothes I didn’t need, designer purses, and more. Sallie Mae was wonderful to me. And the best part if it was that there was no need for discussion. No one guided me, no one advised me, and no one asked me any questions. I showed up at the financial aid office a couple of times each year and it was always smooth sailing.

    On top of that, another great thing happened when I was 18! The credit card companies started to send me applications. And that was just as easy. I got one and then another and then another. Whatever I couldn’t cover with those pretty little checks from Sallie Mae, I could simply charge on my credit cards. College was good to me. I joined a sorority, I partied hard, I shopped until I dropped. What more could a girl ask for?

    It wasn’t all fun & games though. I worked through college. I worked at a children’s camp each summer; I was a Spanish teacher for two years; and toward the end of my college career I was a bookseller at Borders bookstore. All of the money I made working was spending money for me. I had Sallie Mae and the credit cards to pay all of my “real” bills.

    When I finally graduated, I was making a cool $8.25 an hour at Borders. I loved it. I was happy… until one day, out of no where, a letter came in the mail. I had a six month grace period and then I would have to start paying back those loans. My paychecks barely covered my minimum credit card payments. How was I going to make loan payments on top of that?

    So I sat down and did something that I’d never done before. I wrote up a budget. It was horrifying when I realized that even if I’d had no other bills, my monthly wages from Borders wouldn’t even cover half of my monthly student loan payments. The jig was up.

    All told, I came out of college with about $45,000 in student loan debt and almost $15,000 in credit card debt. I hadn’t even lived on campus; I commuted from home; my parents paid for some of my tuition; and I only went to a mediocre school. How the hell was this possible?

    All of a sudden Sallie Mae and the credit card companies didn’t seem so lovely anymore. There was one thought that kept repeating over & over in my head: Why didn’t anyone warn me? I felt cheated, betrayed, angry, afraid, and helpless. I wondered what the people in the financial aid office had been doing all that time. I wondered why my high school guidance counselor didn’t press me harder about applying for scholarships or grants. I wondered a lot of things, but mostly I wondered how the hell I was going to get out of the mess.

    I started sending out resumes for jobs with starting salaries that would at least cover my monthly student loan payments. I sent out resume after resume but before long, I realized another harsh reality. That Bachelor’s Degree in English with a Creative Writing Focus wasn’t so great either. Nobody was calling me back. I couldn’t even get an interview.

    The clock was ticking. I was halfway through my grace period. Then one day, one of my best friends mentioned an opening in her office. I looked over the job description and realized that it had nothing to do with what I’d gone to school for. I didn’t even know what it actually was, but the starting salary was more than what I needed. The rest was history.

    I’ve been at my current company for almost three years now. And yesterday I paid off my last remaining credit card balance! Additionally over these few years, I’ve cut my student loan debt almost in half and by next Winter, I will have it down to a quarter of what I started with.

    Stay tuned for tomorrow’s post, where I will share how I am doing it and how you can do it, too.

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