The Brilliance of Resilience

I own 1/10th of the clothing that I used to, easily. I have a good friend that I glean minimalism/Kon Mari advice from, as well as a keen sense of how overwhelmed I felt when I owned a billion pieces of clothing that I sort-of liked. Aside from that, I also have lost a lot of sizes in the last seven months, so buying and rebuying seems absolutely insane. When I consciously decide not to continue the cycle, I consciously rewire my brain to give myself permission for better behavior. Whether you subscribe to Joe Dispenza's science or not, breaking the cycle of bad behavior is beneficial in ways that cannot really even be measured, because you are re-wiring your brain for more/better/different. The screenshot from Facebook makes me feel ashamed. And honestly, that was AFTER a purge. And it was almost two years ago: before weight loss, before separation, before admitting that I had an addiction and needed to approach food with recovery language...before change. Sometimes, eve

I did 2348909384 things this weekend. Notable highlights on the resume of the last three days: -Seeing a strolling accordion player and company wander through the streets of Irwin, PA. -Watching an elderly woman in a rhinestone denim baseball hat walk up to the accordion player, and dance around when they played. -Eating the best cabbage roll ever made by the hands of women from a church in Rankin, PA. -Walking through a few antique and vintage shops pawing all of the wares and thinking about the people that owned them, what their houses might have looked like, what they felt when they owned these things, and what they're doing now.  -Standing in Unity Cemetery and seeing Fred Rogers' final resting place...under a pine tree with a beautiful view of the valley and rolling hills. -Buying a fifty-cent plaque with, "Desiderata," written in yellow letters. From 1952. -Happening upon the dedication of a statue of Fred Rogers in a park in Latrobe, PA. And