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  • ✨ One Month In: Expanding or Distracting?

    Today marks one month since I officially launched this blog. One month of showing up, writing, sharing, and growing — and of learning a lot about myself along the way. 💜

    When I started, my goal was simple: document the journey honestly. Not just the shiny parts, but the messy, uncertain, vulnerable middle too. And that’s what I’ve tried to do.

    🌙 The Drift I Noticed

    Over the past week, I felt myself quietly shifting away from the heart of this project. I was focusing more on talking about the work than doing the work. I caught myself refreshing notifications instead of reflecting, chasing validation instead of connection. 📱

    At the same time, I’d fallen off my movement routine — fewer walks, less yoga — and my clarity went with it. The fog, the fatigue, the self-doubt crept back in. I know that pattern.

    🌿 The Reset

    So I stepped away for a few days. Fewer screens. More breath. More sunlight. More fetch with the dogs. More gentle movement. I let myself recalibrate. And it helped — I feel clearer, lighter, more like myself again. ☀️🐾

    ✨ What One Month Taught Me

    • Self-discovery isn’t only about expanding; sometimes it’s about contracting and coming home to stillness.
    • Healing doesn’t happen on a screen — the screen can be a doorway, but the work is done in my body, breath, choices, and days. 🫁
    • Movement is medicine. When I move, my mind softens and my spirit returns.
    • Rest isn’t quitting; it’s part of the process. 🌙

    💜 Month Two: My Intention

    I’m going to keep showing up — not for algorithms or approval, but for myself. I’ll stay anchored in my why, let rest count as progress, and do the work even when no one sees it.

    Here’s to one month down, and many more months of showing up — imperfectly, intentionally, and with an open heart. Thank you for being here. You matter more than you know. 🌸

    Love always, Bailz 💜

  • ⚖️ I Lost My Balance

    ⚖️ I Lost My Balance

    Yesterday, we got home from a long weekend in Guthrie, Oklahoma. We were married there six months ago, and it felt wonderful to be back—to revisit the place where we said “I do,” to celebrate, and to spend quality time with some of the beautiful people we’ve met along the way. Truly, it was a gift.

    That being said… even though it was a joyful trip, I lost my balance.

    🥄 Travel + Appetite = A Familiar Pattern

    One of my biggest ongoing struggles when I travel is food. My appetite tends to disappear almost entirely. It’s like a switch gets flipped. And while it’s happening, I usually don’t acknowledge it as a problem. For the first few days, I feel fine. I nibble here and there—maybe one meal a day—and pretend it’s no big deal. I’m caught up in the change of scenery, in the excitement of where we are and who we’re with. Food just doesn’t feel like a priority.

    This trip was no different.

    🥃 Too Little Fuel, Too Much Bourbon

    Not only was I under-fueling my body, but I was also drinking a fair amount. I told myself it was for special occasions, that it was social, that we were on vacation and “no harm, no foul.” And at first, that story worked. But now, with some space and clarity, I can see that I overdid it—and I’m feeling the effects. Not just physically, but emotionally and mentally. Deeply.

    😵‍💫 No Sleep, No Stillness

    Sleep didn’t come easy either. Each night, I woke up multiple times—my thoughts racing, anxiety buzzing through my body, tossing and turning for hours. I wasn’t able to rest, and I wasn’t giving myself space to recharge. I was operating in “go mode” without pressing pause.

    Looking back, I realize I abandoned many of the gentle, grounding practices that have been helping me so much lately. I didn’t write. I didn’t read. I didn’t prioritize rest. I wasn’t even high-fiving myself in the mirror.

    I was so focused on making the most of the trip, I ended up neglecting the progress I’ve been so intentionally making. And I started “should-ing” all over myself. I ignored the signs. I pushed through the fatigue. And I didn’t listen to what my body or heart was trying to say.

    😔 The Breaking Point

    It’s been a very long time since I’ve drunkenly cried in a bar bathroom —but yep, that happened on Saturday night. I was that girl. And honestly? I’m embarrassed.

    I lost myself a bit. I made choices I’m not proud of. And they feel heavy. I didn’t give myself enough recovery time between social activities. I didn’t pause. I didn’t refuel. I didn’t check in with my own needs. I just kept going and going until I ran out of steam—and then kept going anyway.

    🌫️ Shame & Burnout

    As I sit down to write this post, I feel… off. Disappointed. Drained. A little ashamed. And lost.

    But I also know this: I’m not broken. I didn’t ruin anything. I just lost my balance. And balance, thankfully, can always be restored.

    🌀 Coming Back to Center

    Today marks the beginning of my return to equilibrium. I’ve been resting. Hydrating. Taking slow breaths. Reminding myself to be gentle, even when that voice in my head wants to be harsh.

    This is the work. It’s not always pretty, and it’s not always linear. But this is the practice: falling out of alignment, noticing it, and lovingly guiding myself back.

    If you’ve ever lost your footing after doing something brave, exciting, or exhausting—if you’ve ever felt like you “should have known better”—I want you to know: me too. And it’s okay.

    We find our balance again. One breath, one nourishing bite, one kind thought at a time.

    Thanks for holding space for my honesty. Here’s to the messy middle, and to the comeback.

    As always, thank you for being here! Stay tuned for more tales from the life of Bailz 💜