Retail therapy can be fun, although your wallet might say otherwise.
I’ve definitely had my fair share of impulse buys, last-minute emergency purchases and those “why did I buy that?” moments in my life.
The older I get, the more conscious I become of my spending habits.
And it’s not because I’m frugal, or I always choose the cheaper option.
Sometimes, retail therapy can be slightly addicting, like most things in our daily lives if not in moderation.
To be honest, I used to be quite reckless with money, but over the years, I’ve found some balance with it all. Just making sure all the bills are up-to-date is enough to leave me content.
I often watch these couponing shows, and it’s so interesting how much you could save on the most random items in your household. And also, how much you could save on the things you like or prefer the most.
Budgeting is quite a fun activity for me, as I love to write lists and keep it all organized in my notebook. Ticking off bills is a relief, not everyone has that chance. Life a few years ago was quite different to how it is now, and I truly am grateful for all that I have, and I accept what I can not own, to some extent.
Materialistic items might seem great to own, but in the end, the things that truly matter, you’ll cherish more, sentimental pieces that reflect who you are and what you love.
There’s a lot of people who aren’t fortunate to have those things, a tough reality for many. If I’m able to help someone in need, I try to do so.
Gratitude is something that keeps me humble, and at peace.
Especially in these unpredictable times we’re living in now.
It makes you appreciate what you have, and the ones you love.
This was something I wanted to talk about today, I’m not entirely sure why, but it’s often a subject I think about, when I see adverts online and outside, when emails spam my inbox, asking me to buy new things and get nice deals in the process.
Since I’m currently on this health journey of mine this year, I made a promise not to buy new clothes, because there’s simply no need.
Well, not at the moment anyway.
I’m hoping to save more and spend less as the year progresses, and I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to do that, with my mind focused on more important matters.
This is become quite a lengthy post, so I think I’ll leave it at that for now.
I’ll be writing a daily post on the blog until further notice, and if you’ve made it this far, thank you. Have a blessed Friday, take care & stay safe.
Tonight, I’ll attempt to get started on my next writing project. In May, it’ll be three years since I independently released my second collection of poetry, A Cryptic Human Entity.
For the longest amount of time, I’ve wanted to begin this process, but a lot has occurred since the last collection and my writing was put on hold indefinitely.
I must admit, the passion to create was lost for a while. I had no particular interest anymore, and it took me a long time to feel like myself again. Writer’s block and personal stress did nothing to help the situation either.
During the first two lockdowns, I found myself prioritizing sleep a lot, right now it’s kind of the opposite because my sleep schedule is out of sync.
I suppose, this time around, it’s the time to focus on my written work.
There’s a lot of ideas and artistic concepts that are running wild in my mind right now and I’m really excited to see what comes out of this. I wish I could draw, if anything. For some reason, I miss painting too. Longing to do it again.
A few titles I have in mind, also. Which one I’ll go with, I have no idea, as of yet. I will trust my instinct on that one. I’ve always been very invested in poem titles and painting a picture.
If I get anywhere with it, I’ll most definitely add some thoughts to the blog tomorrow. Would be great to get used to talking about it all more, as I embark on this journey of expression, saying hello to a new era.
Until then, I’ll leave it at that. Take care, all of you.
Inspiration can strike at any given time or place. Expected and unexpected.
Truth be told, I have often found myself waking up in the middle of a dream or short-lived nap, and suddenly, having this need to express what I have seen or felt during this particular state of mind.
My thoughts are complex, but not always.
Anyway, I’m hoping to sleep at some point in the night, so I wish you all the best, and sleep well (or good morning to the ones just waking up)
When you lose your identity in the recycling bin, how do you find that part of you again?
I’m beginning to think, I have a long way to go.
Ever since I can remember, I associated my willingness to help others as my main source of purpose.
On this journey, I have come to understand everything a lot clearer.
It’s hard to articulate this in a way that wouldn’t offend. I’ve suppressed it all to the point where I just go along with the chaos. I don’t like it, even freaks me out most days. Back in the day, this blog was my only sanctuary for all these thoughts. It still is, but to a lesser extent.
To share is one thing, it’s one of the only things that make sense anymore.
Everything else is a blank, quite honestly. I could write a book about this, my mind is an abyss of thought, a lot of it has never been fully dissected nor processed.
To say that I am currently lost in the archive is an understatement. There’s so much I have yet to learn, to see, to experience.
I often wonder, what is my purpose, guide me to where I am meant to stand.
Is this modern world for an old soul like mine? Who knows.
Anyway, excuse the rambling. This is the first blog post where I haven’t been feeling empty. Let’s hope the new decade brings a lot of better days.
I long to fit the requirements,
The world can be a dark space.
Cryptic human; abyss of secrets,
How I wish, you knew my fears.
It felt like I knew you, in another life,
But, timing was never truly on our side.
I always find myself writing late at night. There’s something about the peace and solitude that comes with it.
To be honest, writing consistently again has been a joy. I certainly do hope that it continues.
For some reason, it’s easier to get all your thoughts down in the hours where you should be getting sleep.
I’m not necessarily the kind to have insomnia, but at certain moments, the aftermath of it all does take a toll. At other times, I honestly have never felt better in my entire life.
The complexity of my mind is something I have come to embrace and cherish. As the years have gone by, and I’ve matured and seen things in a different light, from a new perspective, it has taught me a lot about my surroundings, and about my own individual self.
It’s kind of true, hardships do make you feel stronger in the long run. Life can be a challenge, and if anything, I’m ready for it now.
The only way to conquer your fears is to face them. I’m determined to face all of mine, at a steady pace. And I’ll do so, with my faith and clarity in hand.
For anyone who’s up late, I’m with you on that one.
Love, Mila. Xo
I promised myself that I would update this blog every day in 2020, and I am determined to see it through.
Every thought has a meaning of some kind, I suppose. Always did have a fascination for the mind, and how it works.
For now, I’ll drift off to sleep with dreams in mind. Who knows, maybe I’ll find something.
Take care, have a beautiful evening.
Love, Mila. Xo
Today is a bittersweet day to write anything, let alone process the emotions that are running through my head at the moment. But, since it is the third anniversary of my grandmother’s passing, I wanted to write something – anything, really.
Just recently, it was also my blog’s 4th year of being active (May 13th), and my domain name was 2 years old on the date also. And then, my second poetry book, A Cryptic Human Entity, that was self-published on May 16th of 2018, which makes it a year and three days old now.
It’s taken me a long time to find the time to sit down and write like I used to.
These past few months have definitely taken a toll on me, and the ones around me. It has been one obstacle after the other. For someone who doesn’t like even the slightest amount of confrontation, this was more troubling than anything else.
A lot has been achieved, however. Things people never thought was possible of me. And I will continue to fight on and move forward.
I truly want to thank the people in my life as of late, for giving me the strength and courage to stare fear in the face and deal with it, firsthand.
Truth be told, I have dealt with my fair share of struggles, and to this day, I still do. We all have our individual issues in life, and that’s reality.
Soon enough, I hope to be writing more consistently and frequently, but for the time being, it’s just not possible.
This blog is my sanctuary, a place I find peace and inspiration. With the help of faith and love, I am sure that things will improve, and I will be able to articulate what my heart is going through, at a later date.
And also, my birthday is later this month, which I look forward to, oddly enough.
I just wish my grandmother was here to see my progress. There’s not a day where I don’t miss her presence. She was one of the most inspiring women I have ever had the chance to know. My heart is still in disbelief over the loss, as if a piece of me was lost on the day she passed on.
But, I know in my heart, that her soul lives on, and her legacy will never be forgotten. She’ll always be with me, and I just hope that I can make her proud from above.
Death might seem like a morbid subject to some, but it is an inevitable fate, that we all will encounter at some point in life, we just don’t know when that will be.
So, live your lives to the fullest. Cherish the people who love you and the ones who don’t love you, embrace them too. Just stay true to yourself and remember, that with each door that closes, another one opens.
Peace and Love,
When I was little, I spent a lot of quality time with my grandmother.
She used to knit, whilst I cut up old pieces of clothing to sew together a little cotton bag for myself, or two.
Looking back on it now, it truly sinks in, the realization that you’re gone.
No longer do I see, the smile that lit up the room. Your loving words of encouragement as I began to blossom, like the butterflies in your garden.
Our moments, I cherish more than I ever knew my heart could. This is the reality of losing you.
The one thing I love about this Monday, is the fact that it’s great for when you’re in need of retail therapy. Perhaps money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy you a lot of wonderful things to fill the void of your emptiness, if only for a temporary moment of happiness.