Seeing the Light

Spring always makes me excited for new things.

Fresh flowers, warm afternoons, picnics, sailboats, baby animals, and new love.

Springtime is a season of rebirth, blossoming, and getting out of hibernation.  As it finally warms up in New England, I’ve been thoroughly enjoying my summer sundresses and sandals.  I hope you’re enjoying the springtime season as much as I am.

Springtime makes me look forward to new projects, too.  Spring is the perfect season for taking action, moving forward, and taking chances.

As I smell lilacs on warm evening walks or enjoy the cool breeze through my window, it keeps me mindful and “in the now.”  Being able to enjoy the moment and appreciate the little things in life is truly living beautifully at its best.

🌺💐🌸

Keep shining.

New Moon Vibes- Spring Has Sprung!

Although the New Moon was over the weekend, I’ve been really feeling it these past couple of days.  Perhaps it’s a combination of the moon and Mercury snapping out of retrograde (whew), but I’ve been feeling refreshed, calm, and balanced.

Instead of being overcome with emotions- both good or bad- I’ve been feeling more neutral.  People haven’t been pushing my buttons like they used to, comments aren’t being taken so personally, and my anxiety about everyday things- such as commuting or finishing up a task at work- isn’t so bad.

I’ve been choosing what to care about and what to put my energy towards.

This New Moon was in Aries, which is the first astrological sign of the zodiac.  So, it only makes sense to be feeling a bit fresh- it’s the New Year!  I like that thought, too- now is the beginning of a brand new cycle.  We’re all able to pay attention to what is around us, take control of our thoughts, and focus on what is happening in the now. 

That’s how I want to live in this new year, new spring, and new season.

Spring is a time of rebirth, growth, and manifestation; as the old falls away, the new comes into form.  I spent the majority of the winter cooped up writing, planning, and coming up with ideas- which served its purpose during the cold, snowy months.  I had been busy planting seeds for what was next, and even though I was taking steps each day, my ideas weren’t ready to grow- until now.

Just like the spring, everything has its cycle- planting, growth, and blossoming.

Over the weekend I did my usual routine- a Saturday stroll through Boston Common, journaling in the Public Garden, and window shopping on Newbury Street.  It’s finally starting to look like spring, and I’m excited to watch the flowers start to bloom… just like new projects, ideas, and dreams.

Leaving The Old You Behind (But Holding Onto The Wisdom)

Prior to moving to Boston I spent a month in Mississippi.  I met many interesting people there, one of which happened to be a former UMass baseball player (are you connecting the dots?).  Anyway, this was a turning point in my life- and after years of running from myself, I decided to face life head-on.

Every now and then people from those Southaven days will reemerge- and it’s always at the perfect time.

Just the other day I was thinking about how my relationship dynamics have changed drastically in the last few months.  Men I used to date no longer speak to me disrespectfully as they used to, happy people are gravitating toward me, and Negative Nancies of the past are realizing I won’t join their pity party- and although it’s been a slow process, it started with how I responded.

Remember- you can choose what you want to accept or not.

People are realizing I am different now- and that constitutes being treated differently, too.  Thank God.  I have finally stepped into the person I was always supposed to be without being scared of my power, my talents, or my voice.  I stopped letting men sexualize me for a sense of worth, I stopped altering my views to fit in, and I stopped holding back my thoughts.

So, over the weekend I randomly received a message from a friend I met in Southaven.  It was a time of immense self development (and people saw me in my most vulnerable state), so it’s always interesting to see how everyone is doing.  Out of the blue, he told me he had a dream about helping me run- either running toward or away from something.  It didn’t take me long to figure that one out.

“I was running away from my old self.”

In the dream, he must have been trying to help me leave the old Kristin behind- the Kristin I so desperately clung onto for so long.  Instead of opening a fresh page, I was stuck on the last chapters.

In order to run toward the future, you must be at peace with the past.  Now, I’m willing to let go of the old and run toward what is next- what I am meant to be- and I’m already witnessing it before my very eyes.

“Last Saturday in the South”