My personal care attitude is also apparent; I am not a perfectionist who poisons the world for myself. By trial and error, I progress, sometimes satisfied, sometimes not. I use soap, natural shampoo, whatever is beneficial for me. I attempt to make my own choices, not just what the zero teachers say is true.
Now it's my turn to make housecleaning more natural. I'm breathing poison, I said recently, under the aroma of artificial flowers, because the stench of a market goods lingered. My route is lengthier, with soap, vinegar, essential oils, and new recipes. I'm ready to try them all, but not again. Adding the good fit to my routines, reducing the hard.
I know I need more than cleaning and changes. That which is excellent for my soul. I notice how severe I am with Pilates; I yawn on the machine and in life. I can now walk for miles without getting cold; movement gives me new air and ideas. I'm trying to reintroduce Vipassana meditation, which I learned during the quiet camp. I love feeling like cotton wool after meditation.
Because it was a touch chilly between us, I remind myself to read books to clear my thoughts. I'm repairing my unrelated connection with the podcast. You wouldn't believe it, but I listen to a podcast every week. I am fascinated by new people, subjects, and ideas.
All these new habits and adjustments in my life make me happier in the mirror, on the street, and in life. Every day, my eyes get more content with what they see, and I feel the difference.
Clearly, there are some nice things for me to feed and fill my heart. "I know" is not always the best answer. Turning to those that inspire is a great approach to grow.
During this time, I am trying to let go of those who burden my heart. I isolate myself from unhealthy individuals and relationships. I don't want folks around me who have tonnes of "dears" but never say "my dear." I tend to avoid people who prefer to hide behind masks. I can hear how lovely it all sounds.
Lightening my home and closet also lightens my heart. “Do I need it? “The world is losing hands! Trying to make my everyday routines at home and outside more ecologically friendly... They're all good for me.
In my first essay of the year, I wanted to write about the things that make me smile, the behaviours, habits, and routines that make me happy. By opening the doors of my own life, I wished to run towards the better with you. Maybe you should pause and consider how you will fill your own eyes and heart?
You opt to listen to what is fashionable without interrogating it, who knows? The eye is not always comparing. Is it possible for you to have a happy alternative that fills your eyes and heart? The interior can be improved by organising and polishing the wounds. You chose a life of freedom over a life of servitude; who knows?
Every day will be good for every soul, I try, trust, and know. Aesthetically pleasing languages will emerge. Again, the song "Come, Let's Love" comes to mind: Does the heart laugh at the one who does not laugh? And, of course, we will all laugh together. I hope we could all aim to make our eyes and faces smile. And each aim is distinct!
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