Sweeping Statements

Is it #ThankfulThursday? Cuz I got something I gotta be grateful for.

It’s 10:13am in San Miguel de Allende as I write this, and although it is cloudy and cold (for us San Miguelenses that don’t have to deal with the Artic winters of Minnesotta) the day is beautiful, because the intention of most San Miguelenses is to lead a beautiful life here, and so the sentiment resounds every time you tap into that gratitude.

So I was breathing in the smell of flowers from somewhere, enjoying the clouded cool sunshine (I sure do love sunshine) and  was being generally grateful for the fact that I was in that moment witnessing my apartment become more clean.

I was observing myself sweep and feeling gratitude.

I came on to write a blog post about being thankful for sweeping you guys.

From Disney's Cinderella
Me, about to scrub the eff out of these mental limits dancing circles around me


Because sometimes we assign meaning to things, and other times, things mean something  [to you]. Sweeping for me means the following:

  • It means I can physically, mentally, and emotionally afford to get up and sweep. Those of you that live with a chronic illness of any kind may understand what I’m talking about. Spoons and all that.
  • It means that my apartment at this very moment is getting cleaned, which I love. Because clean means things too, it means having energy and being less sick and having more space!
  • It means I have the impulse to follow being responsible with a home, that I could “care” for a space, that I am somehow accountable.

This might be a big jump for a lot of people, but I’m talking about coming from a background of being a bit ungrateful, entitled, and pretty much just like a bit of a spoiled brat when it comes to chores and other things. My home life gratefully allowed for me to live in a setting where I didn’t really “have” to do things, though I was still made to and I did it begrudgingly. When I have my own space, it’s always very different for me, however, as I like being able to keep a place organized. I think this is also metaphoric (or a projection/manifestation) of ways that we are also inwardly. We are self-righteous about certain ways of thinking and don’t empathize or try to see things differently because we believe we are “entitled” to our way of thinking. Fascinatingggg! The human. 

  • It also means that I am in my own space, that I am deciding how and what gets cleaned and when. Having my own space is so unbelievably sacred to me (honk if you agree).

The last one might be an assigned meaning.

Either way, those are all things I am so passionately grateful for, because they allow me things that are so important in my life. Each one is linked to the next one, making it for one simple web of accountability and gratitude.

And it moved me to bit, this realization. I let those in and accept them, because sometimes I overthink and so I try to use that power as a power to break down gratitude and positive emotions to then feel more of those.

And to me, that’s me doing my part in my own happiness.

How are you taking care of yourself?

Go kick the day’s butt.


All my love,


Gratitude as a verb

The way that I was seeing it was, every day I get to make decisions. And some days, some decisions are harder than others. So on the days that the decisions I wanted to make on the other day get easier, I make sure to do that instead.

Lately, it’s been easier to feel good. To choose to feel better. So what I do is I sit there, and I just love it. I immediately share it. Who wants love? Do you want love? Here’s some love.

And we wait for a moment where that’s appropriate. Or avoid moments like that.

I burst in them. What’s better than feeling good? Nothing. You’re cutting out the middle man. We all love feeling good. But sometimes we tell ourselves we don’t deserve to for “really good reason” and so we wait for someone to tell us we are loveable, or make us feel loveable, or we wait for a moment to tell ourselves that we are loveable.


Let’s just be loveable.

Today I was bursting in loveability, so I went ahead and spread the joy. #SeLoFest15 means loving myself so hard it makes me want to burst into pieces.

So I did.

I wrote nine things it would make me happy if other people said to me. Then I made them into valentine cards. Then I gave them out to people who it applied to or left them in places for others to find. They had a message in the back telling people where they could find me. So if you found me…Hi!! I just wanted you to know that you’re loved.


The messages included “I like the way you think!” (top left) or “you make me laugh”, or “I trust you”. I had a lot of fun making them and I was actually super proud of how they turned out. I could totally do this whole card-making thing. You never know, it could be a business, and that’s why it’s always good to just try out new things, especially if they’re easy to do. That was yesterday. Today I focused on active positive self-talk. I have just been making sure to be super nice to myself today, and see what that feels like. Just let myself be happy, let myself Let Go. I then gave a million kisses (A MILLION!) to a paper that I cut out, and left them everywhere in San Miguel…these didn’t have any information in the back so it’s just a random someone, getting a kiss, for some random reason! 🙂 It was so easy to do, I think I’ll do more of them and leave them in books at the library, like my friend suggested.


The thing about self-love is, it’s a concept you have to actually be thinking about actively. If you don’t you risk potentially passively doing harmful things because Self-Love sounds like some alien concept or New Age term.

Are you being good to yourself? Or are you ignoring the concept because you think you don’t “need” self-love?

These were questions that I asked myself and I finally listened to myself. I was gonna do what it took to be happy.

Anyway I’m thankful for you, reading this. You’re who I keep writing for.

All my Lxove,




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What am I grateful for today?

Christ. So many things.

I’m grateful for the sun light, for the energy to do things like breathe in air and take long showers and tidy my general space and dance, good God and dance so so so much! Dance and sing and receive and give love.

I’m grateful for the blue blue blue sky and the beautiful watercolored streaks of white.

I’m grateful for the work that I have received, that every day I get to translate a book that is helping me get so much clarity.

I am grateful for clarity. I am grateful for a clear mind, a sunny day in the midst of brainstorms. Maelstroms.

I am grateful for simplicity. For simple…easily.

For friends who stick around.

For learning the softness of the words “I’m sorry”, and appreciate the contrast of the harshness of not forgiving yourself.

I am thankful for you, if you let this be a whisper of hope, if you let it sink in, if you feel the gratitude for the warm blue sky today too.