Last night in my Full Psycle class the instructor started beautifully speaking about setting an intention for the rest of the year and everything within me revolted.

If you're familiar with me at all, you know that I love setting intentions, creating goals and pushing myself that extra mile, but last night I'd had enough.

Yesterday I went to grab lunch at a local chain that I love, but witnessed a health code violation that not only contaminated the food I was about to eat, but also contaminated the ingredients for anyone else choosing to eat there.

In that moment I had a choice - I could consume what I knew wasn't necessarily safe for me or I could nicely point out the error and walk away.

A while back I started “Self Love Wednesday”

I was staying busy every day of the week and it was burning me out, so I decided to make myself include a midweek break.

I’ve had several gut wrenching things occur this week.

Several things that made me more than a little emotional and ready to throw in the towel.

Be the person you want to see in the world.

Be that friend that hops in the car because one of your bffs needs you.

Five minutes on Instagram and I want to go to the gym instead of go buy the trail mix I was craving.

It’s easy to compare. It’s easy to look at models or model like people and think I’m not thin enough, pretty enough, or doing enough.

I've been uncomfortable for a good chunk of my life.

As a natural introvert who would have been happy never leaving her mom's side, I've made myself do a lot.

I had no idea I had hoarding tendencies.

Our home didn’t resemble one of those TLC shows and I seemed to have healthy boundaries with food, stuff, people ...

But this revelation started with not wanting to cancel something I wasn’t using until I downloaded my favorite resources from it. Mind you these were resources I hadn’t touched in almost a year.

This morning I woke up after some crazy dreams - the ones where you are like “did that really happen?!” And that make you feel more exhausted than when you went to bed the night before.

I tend to excessively wash my hands.

It’s one of my little quirks about myself that drives me a little bit nuts.

Last week I decided I wanted to work on this habit and be a little freer.