grinding season fatigue
It’s been so very long since I last got to post a blog and although right now it’s 12:24 am I feel energized and enthused to be doing the part of this work that truly brings me great joy and warmly welcomes me home! In my past life, I was a blogger. One who sat at home in a warm cozy robe, enveloped over my frame and matching comfy slippers to match, nestled over my perfectly gel-manicured toes. I envision having a personal assistant to keep me on deadlines, the necessary influencer Mac Book to elevate my status just a bit, my trusty Nespresso, milk frother and an abundant supply of espresso, oat milk and toasted vanilla syrup, and an insane amount of time to write. To write, as me in the fullness of my authenticity.
balloon deflating, a little
I think i can
The art of balancing it all, or not
yes, read the book again
Yes, read the book again!
It was all a dream
The Rooted MKE Story
The night before opening day
Jitters and brain dump from the Rooted MKE owner the night before the big day