Food is fuel: Chia, it's a Quicky

I was burnt out when I wrote this first section. I was motivated but with no fuel. That shifted as you will read in the second half. I considered writing this whole post, especially with me calling it a quicky... but rather decided that I appreciate showing the shift. Nothing is perfect and nothing happens right away. So, writing on different days and therefore exposing the shift in my perspective and attitude, that's my transparency. I am here just as imperfect and awesome as you are. Thank you for being here:

Food is fuel: Chia, it's a Quicky.

The way I move through life is by accepting that decisions that are good but boring or unpleasant can still be done with joy. Joy is a choice.

I have done my best to not eat processed junk food. If I want something sweet I eat fruit and if chocolate is banging on my brain, I do my best to make something with cacoa (like baked cacao oats and apples).

Anyways, I was feeling something posh like and I made this up. Made it a few times since and I really love it. I tend it enjoy it at night as guilty pleasure - a quicky before bed, evident by the empty glass at the bedside the morning after.

I feel as if it's been a hot minute (finally, a chance to use that phrase!) since I felt burnt out, literally 3 days ago. But today, I feel on fire.

Like my spirit is (re)connected and I am leveling up.

I know I need friend time, love and creative expression (with no expectation).

And sometimes in the moment an act DOESN'T feel like it is serving me but after I rest and I look back, BOOM, i'm charged by it... and it's the whole reason I get shit done and in this present moment. I've come full circle: be inspired, take action, rest. ALL BY MY OWN ACTIONS, THOUGHTS & EXPERIENCES.

MY.

As in

I.

like You and I.

Amped up yet? When you're done resting (and rest you should) stand up and act with intention and clarity. Light up the world, then sit back and watch... Marvel in the beauty you create.

Here's a quicky. A sweet treat and a flame under your fire.

Be well friends,

Brittaney