• W O N D E R L A N D ✨
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    W O N D E R L A N D ✨
  • Swipe up for magic ✨
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    Swipe up for magic ✨
  • S A T U R D A Z E // Amazing what a good night‘s sleep and yoga with your bestie boo can do for your soul. Today’s session was all about learning how to care deeply for things without allowing it to bring you stress and anxiety. So relevant to me right now. Oh, and then there was beer and buffalo cauliflower bites 🤷🏾‍♀️
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    S A T U R D A Z E // Amazing what a good night‘s sleep and yoga with your bestie boo can do for your soul. Today’s session was all about learning how to care deeply for things without allowing it to bring you stress and anxiety. So relevant to me right now. Oh, and then there was beer and buffalo cauliflower bites 🤷🏾‍♀️
  • In some other life we are standing side by side and laughing that in some other life we are apart 🖤 {July 2015}
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    In some other life we are standing side by side and laughing that in some other life we are apart 🖤 {July 2015}
  • I’ll be honest, rest is not something that comes naturally to me. I am someone who loves doing and I’ve learned that simply being is uncomfortable for me. Last August I reached a point of burnout and had to take a step back from pretty much everything. I started prioritizing getting plenty of sleep every night and acknowledged that I was drowning myself in work to avoid my grief. I cleared my calendar, I threw in the towel for all of my little side hustles: offboarded clients, stopped recording podcast episodes and posting on Instagram to grow my bRaNd. It’s not fun. It’s not natural. My brain isn’t wired this way. As soon as I hit pause I started to feel guilt about all of the things I should be doing and that little voice told me you’ll never achieve x if you stop doing y. I had to continually remind myself that it’s okay to rest. To do nothing. That my lack of doing doesn’t take away from who I am or what’s meant for me. I’m getting to a place where I’m slowly pressing play again, but this time feels different. I was unknowingly glorifying being busy and took pride in running myself into the ground and I’ve spent the last 6 months uncovering what it looks like for me to operate at my best. Rest & ease are words that continue to circulate in my mind — that’s what I want. I’m going to tell you some secrets that some people might not want you to know: you can hustle your heart out while prioritizing rest, you were not created to run at 100mph 24/7, and it’s okay to hit pause, take some time to yourself, and pick back up where you left off. I can already tell you February feels a lot like me learning to take the pressure off myself, picking a few things back up, and giving myself permission to step away from what’s not serving me anymore, and it’s starting to feel more and more natural.
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    I’ll be honest, rest is not something that comes naturally to me. I am someone who loves doing and I’ve learned that simply being is uncomfortable for me. Last August I reached a point of burnout and had to take a step back from pretty much everything. I started prioritizing getting plenty of sleep every night and acknowledged that I was drowning myself in work to avoid my grief. I cleared my calendar, I threw in the towel for all of my little side hustles: offboarded clients, stopped recording podcast episodes and posting on Instagram to grow my bRaNd. It’s not fun. It’s not natural. My brain isn’t wired this way. As soon as I hit pause I started to feel guilt about all of the things I should be doing and that little voice told me you’ll never achieve x if you stop doing y. I had to continually remind myself that it’s okay to rest. To do nothing. That my lack of doing doesn’t take away from who I am or what’s meant for me. I’m getting to a place where I’m slowly pressing play again, but this time feels different. I was unknowingly glorifying being busy and took pride in running myself into the ground and I’ve spent the last 6 months uncovering what it looks like for me to operate at my best. Rest & ease are words that continue to circulate in my mind — that’s what I want. I’m going to tell you some secrets that some people might not want you to know: you can hustle your heart out while prioritizing rest, you were not created to run at 100mph 24/7, and it’s okay to hit pause, take some time to yourself, and pick back up where you left off. I can already tell you February feels a lot like me learning to take the pressure off myself, picking a few things back up, and giving myself permission to step away from what’s not serving me anymore, and it’s starting to feel more and more natural.
  • You gon catch this black girl magic whether you want it or not 🤷🏾‍♀️✨ #goingup #bhm
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    You gon catch this black girl magic whether you want it or not 🤷🏾‍♀️✨ #goingup #bhm
  • I tend to live in avoidance. I used to want to change this about myself, but I’ve accepted that it’s a means of survival for me. I haven’t seen photos or videos from Kobe & Gianna Bryant’s helicopter crash, I haven’t watched a single news story or interview, I close instagram and Twitter when the photos become too much. It’s not because I don’t want to know and mourn with the rest of the world, but as soon as I heard about the news I was instantly taken back to a room, sitting at a table with my grandmother in law and mom picking out caskets and floral arrangements for my man. Another life taken too soon. Since J passed, I’ve had a heightened sense of awareness of death. I give long, drawn out goodbyes as if it’s the last time I will see you. I have separation anxiety. I say yes to more things than I should because what if it’s my last chance? What if it all ends here? It’s an awful way to live. I’ve gotten into a better place of rest and alignment and trusting the timing of my life, but this week I found myself scrambling and realizing everything I feel called to do that I’m not acting on. What’s the rush? Why are you in such a hurry? As if God will run out of time, resources, or opportunities for you that He’s already put your name on. I needed this reminder this week and I’m so grateful for friends I could call on to make me answer the question: what’s the rush? There’s not one. There’s never been one. I, like many of you, understand how fragile and short life is, but we can find R E S T and P E A C E with these truths: 1. What’s meant for you will never pass you by 2. God is not taken surprise by setbacks; stop scrambling 3. Another woman succeeding at your dream faster than you is not your competition, she is your sister Reclaiming my peace of mind and slowing down, RSG Ps: it feels weird to write about myself when there’s an emptiness in the world that we all feel without Kobe & Gianna Bryant, but that’s a part of #owningmygrief and I hope you will own and honor yours too.
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    I tend to live in avoidance. I used to want to change this about myself, but I’ve accepted that it’s a means of survival for me. I haven’t seen photos or videos from Kobe & Gianna Bryant’s helicopter crash, I haven’t watched a single news story or interview, I close instagram and Twitter when the photos become too much. It’s not because I don’t want to know and mourn with the rest of the world, but as soon as I heard about the news I was instantly taken back to a room, sitting at a table with my grandmother in law and mom picking out caskets and floral arrangements for my man. Another life taken too soon. Since J passed, I’ve had a heightened sense of awareness of death. I give long, drawn out goodbyes as if it’s the last time I will see you. I have separation anxiety. I say yes to more things than I should because what if it’s my last chance? What if it all ends here? It’s an awful way to live. I’ve gotten into a better place of rest and alignment and trusting the timing of my life, but this week I found myself scrambling and realizing everything I feel called to do that I’m not acting on. What’s the rush? Why are you in such a hurry? As if God will run out of time, resources, or opportunities for you that He’s already put your name on. I needed this reminder this week and I’m so grateful for friends I could call on to make me answer the question: what’s the rush? There’s not one. There’s never been one. I, like many of you, understand how fragile and short life is, but we can find R E S T and P E A C E with these truths: 1. What’s meant for you will never pass you by 2. God is not taken surprise by setbacks; stop scrambling 3. Another woman succeeding at your dream faster than you is not your competition, she is your sister Reclaiming my peace of mind and slowing down, RSG Ps: it feels weird to write about myself when there’s an emptiness in the world that we all feel without Kobe & Gianna Bryant, but that’s a part of #owningmygrief and I hope you will own and honor yours too.
  • Rosè with Rae: the equality chapter 🌈🥂 @hrcdfw
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    Rosè with Rae: the equality chapter 🌈🥂 @hrcdfw
  • “We’ll have to see if he makes it through the night first.” Words I always got tired of hearing from doctors because they didn’t know J like I knew him. Bravery rushed through his veins and there was a fight woven deep into his marrow. They were hesitant to talk next steps or even look beyond that very day while escaping the moment and having a plan was the only time that I felt peace. They didn’t know that he wouldn’t leave me until I was ready (never) or that giving up on beating his cancer that was spreading like wildfire through his central nervous system was never a thought that crossed his mind. So they continued to make end of life plans while I continued to ignore them. It wasn’t that I was in denial, it’s just that I know J like the creases etched deep within my palms. I have no doubt that we would still be in Indiana today, ventilator breathing life into his lungs and pacemaker commanding his heart to keep beating to its perfect rhythm if we hadn’t made a tough decision. He would be the hero of this story until his last day and things would end on our time, not the doctor’s. He was stubborn like that. The cancer cells showed a different kind of heroism. They marched to the doctor’s orders and predictions that the tumor would invade his spine, then his brain stem, and before the doctors could warn us of what was next it was evident with his paralysis advancing inch by inch through every limb. The good memories are starting to be easier to locate but it’s the living nightmares and brushes with death that paint my eyelids every time I close my eyes. There’s so much that I wish I could unsee, but who would I be today if I hadn’t? Would I understand how fleeting life is? Would I fight like hell to pursue a life worth living? Likely not. Maybe there is purpose in this pain after all. Ps: writing from my heart more this year. I know many widows and cancer survivors follow me, so if this is triggering I totally understand the need to mute or unfollow. Nothing but love. xx, RSG
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    “We’ll have to see if he makes it through the night first.” Words I always got tired of hearing from doctors because they didn’t know J like I knew him. Bravery rushed through his veins and there was a fight woven deep into his marrow. They were hesitant to talk next steps or even look beyond that very day while escaping the moment and having a plan was the only time that I felt peace. They didn’t know that he wouldn’t leave me until I was ready (never) or that giving up on beating his cancer that was spreading like wildfire through his central nervous system was never a thought that crossed his mind. So they continued to make end of life plans while I continued to ignore them. It wasn’t that I was in denial, it’s just that I know J like the creases etched deep within my palms. I have no doubt that we would still be in Indiana today, ventilator breathing life into his lungs and pacemaker commanding his heart to keep beating to its perfect rhythm if we hadn’t made a tough decision. He would be the hero of this story until his last day and things would end on our time, not the doctor’s. He was stubborn like that. The cancer cells showed a different kind of heroism. They marched to the doctor’s orders and predictions that the tumor would invade his spine, then his brain stem, and before the doctors could warn us of what was next it was evident with his paralysis advancing inch by inch through every limb. The good memories are starting to be easier to locate but it’s the living nightmares and brushes with death that paint my eyelids every time I close my eyes. There’s so much that I wish I could unsee, but who would I be today if I hadn’t? Would I understand how fleeting life is? Would I fight like hell to pursue a life worth living? Likely not. Maybe there is purpose in this pain after all. Ps: writing from my heart more this year. I know many widows and cancer survivors follow me, so if this is triggering I totally understand the need to mute or unfollow. Nothing but love. xx, RSG
  • Well, it’s not really “new year, new me” or “new year, same me”. It’s a new year, I’m still me, but I’m believing that 2020 will mold me into a more refined version of myself. Slower to anger. Quicker to listen. Less overthinking. More living in the now. I learned so much about myself in 2019. Some I’m still figuring out how to share in these squares and some I’ll keep tucked away to myself. It was a year of hiding and revealing. Going deep but also staying on the surface. A year for healing and a year for breaking. I sat down this morning and wrote down highs and lows for 2019 and some of the memories that felt like highs in the moment didn’t make the cut, and other times that felt insignificant ended up being more life changing than I ever could have imagined. My theme for the year was “making space” and in some ways I got it really right. I stepped away from friendships, I exercised my right to say no, I prioritized self-care in a more spiritual and soul-rooted way, I quit two jobs (oops). But I also got it wrong. I over-extended, I double {sometimes triple} booked, I hid away from quiet moments, I let myself get to an unhealthy place where apathy was my only emotion. But, I learned as I went. I learned more about myself, how I interact with people, how long it realistically takes me to finish a project (🤪). I learned that I need to write every single day or I’ll go mad. I learned that healing is possible even if it takes a lifetime. I learned that happysad is an okay place to exist. 2019 was a teaching year. 2020 I’m looking forward to living out my word: C R E A T E I’m sharing more thoughts like this throughout the month on IG + newsletter {sorry you’ll get my 2019 reflections well into 2020 because life} ✨
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    Well, it’s not really “new year, new me” or “new year, same me”. It’s a new year, I’m still me, but I’m believing that 2020 will mold me into a more refined version of myself. Slower to anger. Quicker to listen. Less overthinking. More living in the now. I learned so much about myself in 2019. Some I’m still figuring out how to share in these squares and some I’ll keep tucked away to myself. It was a year of hiding and revealing. Going deep but also staying on the surface. A year for healing and a year for breaking. I sat down this morning and wrote down highs and lows for 2019 and some of the memories that felt like highs in the moment didn’t make the cut, and other times that felt insignificant ended up being more life changing than I ever could have imagined. My theme for the year was “making space” and in some ways I got it really right. I stepped away from friendships, I exercised my right to say no, I prioritized self-care in a more spiritual and soul-rooted way, I quit two jobs (oops). But I also got it wrong. I over-extended, I double {sometimes triple} booked, I hid away from quiet moments, I let myself get to an unhealthy place where apathy was my only emotion. But, I learned as I went. I learned more about myself, how I interact with people, how long it realistically takes me to finish a project (🤪). I learned that I need to write every single day or I’ll go mad. I learned that healing is possible even if it takes a lifetime. I learned that happysad is an okay place to exist. 2019 was a teaching year. 2020 I’m looking forward to living out my word: C R E A T E I’m sharing more thoughts like this throughout the month on IG + newsletter {sorry you’ll get my 2019 reflections well into 2020 because life} ✨