Welcome observers, to a spot where I place the unfolding’s of my brain, a remedy to calm my chaotic internal monologue. Expect pompous fluff and poignant prose covering topics on health and wellness.
I am overly critical yet easily forgiving with a desire to return to a pre-industrial cottage industry and a penchant for cheap plastic wigs. My heart is simultaneously off grid taking a solar shower in the Outer Hebrides whilst grinding coffee in a Brooklyn loft. My brain is not too good with people yet most of the clicking and whirring is spent thinking of their plight. You get it I am a complex human with contrasting desires, just like everyone else.
This blog has existed in my head for a decade throughout cognitive conflicts, internal battles with black and white thinking and trying to resolve the dissonance one finds in modern living. A recent jaunt through academia has supplied peace and humour in discarding harmful perfectionism. Commitment to an all or nothing mind set has placed a ten-year halt on putting thought into action. I need to write this now as it brings me joy to communicate with the world from a far through words on a screen but also as part of the wider conversation on the well-being and the experience of women.
There have been times when I have not been kind to myself, and it genuinely makes me sad that there are others out there being their own worst enemy through negative self-talk. We all have needs, wants and behaviours that contribute positively to our health and the world around us. We also seek quick dopamine releases and convenience in the format of things which may not be so good for us or the planet.
Success can be found in navigating the grey areas and finding harmony within this struggle. I left no space for polarity, believing you can only be one thing or another. This sounds very silly to say aloud, but my world view was limited and my attitude to well-being dysfunctional. Limiting the dynamics of people’s lives and character based on a set of unwritten rules I placed is quite problematic, as a feminist and as a person who hates stereotypes. You will hear more about this in future posts.
I did genuinely believe I had to be on team yoga or team chips. How dare I deny myself either or why would I have to pick any? This internal struggle exists in everyone on varying scales. I am here for exploring the grey areas together, doing some laughs at it and fanning the flames on self-flagellation. Welcome to Yoga and Chips, enjoy and be kind to yourself and each other.
