The Weight of the Bare Minimum & Reclaiming My Space
It’s been a few weeks. I’ve been feeling lost, really wondering what I’m doing. After my last post about my marriage, I was honestly ready to hit “delete” on the whole thing — it felt like I was drifting off track from where I originally started.
But this week, I realized something: it’s okay to change course. I want this space to be one where people feel safe to reflect and share. To make that happen, I’m shifting the focus from “selling” to simply “sharing.” I’ve started a section called The Essentials, where I share my recipes and sources for items that support my own health and daily life. These are things that have made a difference for me—I’m sharing them here in case they spark something for your own journey. (And if you do want to purchase something, just reach out — I’m happy to help.)
The Weight of the “Bare Minimum”
The last few weeks have felt stuck, like I’m running in place and never moving forward. My relationship, in particular, has been at its hardest.
While my husband does his best — making coffees, helping where he can — it often feels like the bare minimum. When he says he’ll show up, I want him to follow through. I want love without expectation: kisses, hugs, and just being together, without it always needing to lead somewhere else. I want him to want to be with me.
These past few days, I’ve stopped trying to force change and just started being. I’m focusing on myself again — doing things I love, like hiking, which I share in my Wandering with Limits section. Hiking has been the first tick on my list, and it feels so good to do it again. It’s about reclaiming my own space, and I hope it encourages you to find yours, too.
Strengthening the Body
Over the past two weeks, I’ve started Reformer Pilates. One-on-one classes have been perfect for me while my confidence is low. In just two weeks, I’ve noticed more energy and less hip pain. The sessions let me focus exactly on building strength where I need it most — ligaments, core, and foundation. This is the path that's working for my body right now, even though everyone’s "fit" looks different.
The Anniversaries of Loss
This week also marks a year since my daughter climbed out of her bedroom window and chose to cut off contact. While I’ve grieved this loss, it’s still hard not to miss her every day. I’ve made changes, apologized where I could, and accepted what I cannot control. This year, I’m choosing to live for myself, not walking on eggshells worrying about what might go wrong.
It’s also been ten years since my Dad passed. I miss him deeply. Not having him physically present is hard, but I still talk to him every day in my own way.
In the Weeds (and the Chickens)
Between emotional weight and physical exhaustion, my garden has suffered. Flowers didn’t grow, vegetables failed, and the weeds are so high I sometimes close my eyes when I walk past. My chickens continue to remind me that life goes on — little chaos, little humor, little joy. I haven’t had the energy to fix everything, but I’m learning to take the next step forward. This works for me — it may not work for everyone — and that’s okay.
Where it all began
If you are new here or want to look back at the start of this journey—where I first began navigating health, hormones, and finding my voice—you can read my very first post here: