Monday Motivation

Some weeks you need a little more of a kick in the butt than others. And regardless of whether you have a normal Monday – Friday gig or your Monday is actually a Wednesday, we all have ‘Mondays’ when we hit the snooze button one too many times and then spend the rest of the day playing catch-up.

getting it done


This one I actually have printed out and in my office. Love the water colors. (find it here)

And ain’t nobody got time for that.

I will be the first to admit that mornings and I have never been on good talking terms – we have just decided to not like each other and go on with our lives. Having said that, I do still need to actually get up and get my day started, AND then I actually need to do stuff.

And sometimes the ‘doing’ is the hardest part.

But if I have some sort of inspirational do-dad (that’s a technical term by the way), whether it’s something on my wall in the office, on my gadgets (big fan of wallpapers), or the book I’m reading, that gives me the motivation I need on those days when I’m less than motivated, I’ll take it anyway I can (think of it as ‘intellectual’ coffee, coffee for the brain, but without the actual coffee…. on second thoughts, forget that, coffee is coffee. Don’t mess with the coffee).

So to help you on those days when you would rather just hit the snooze button one…. more…. time, here’s a few of my favorites that help me reach that proverbial get up and go…. to get up and get going.

strong enough

This one came from an awesome site. If you need more inspiration to kick butt go here.

failure and success

Love this one – you can find it (and a few others) here.

disney

Disney… a great motivator that one. Unfortunately I had trouble locating the original source of this one. So if anyone comes across the original please let me know so I can give credit.

And this last one I think just says it all…

lost excuses

Funny how the excuses we tell ourselves stop us from achieving that which we really want. Source.

Till next time – up and at ’em.

kellysignatureblack

 

(and just so you know, I had this post planned for about three – that’s right three – weeks. It took me till tonight {Sunday} to get my motivation to do it – hence the new print in my office… funny how that works)

I Believe

I believe.
I believe that true love can conquer all. I believe that shoes really do make the outfit. I believe that a little sparkle can go a long way.
And most days I believe in myself.

 

believe in yourself

I really wish I could find where I got this image from.

It’s not always easy, and somedays it’s really tempting to throw in the towel and say ‘I give up’. But it’s on those days, when the world really does seem to weigh heavy on my shoulders, that I look at Little P and realize that believing in myself isn’t just for me.

It’s for her too.

Because how can I expect her to reach for the stars, to know that she can be or do absolutely anything she wants to, if her Momma can’t do so for herself? How can I possibly expect her to step out of her comfort zone and reach for those seemingly impossible goals if her Momma can’t?

So, I believe in myself.

I believe I am stronger, braver and more capable than the voices in my head lead me to believe. I believe that anything I put my mind to, and really, really want, I can achieve. Because at the end of the day, when all is said and done, I want to look back on my life and say ‘that was a great adventure’. I don’t want there to be an ounce of doubt that I could have, I should have, if only I had the chance, I would have, done more.

So each and every day I strive to believe in myself. In what I can achieve. Some days it’s as simple as just getting some exercise. Other days it’s more involved and requires planning and thought. But each day, regardless of what I hope to achieve, I believe I can do it. For me, and for her.

And on the days when I don’t think I can go any further, I simply believe in her.

And that’s enough for me.

Till next time, go on, shoot for the stars. Who knows where you will land.

kellysignatureblack

 

The Journey

a single step

Lau Tzu

My original intention for this post had been to talk about something deep and meaningful…. however after a Skype conversation with M, putting P to bed and then getting distracted with the internet (have you seen this….um talk about a total train wreck), I completely lost the thought process that I had.

Gone.

Lost forever in the chasms of my mind (poetic, no?).

But I love the quote, have always been a fan of Taoism (can you be a fan of a faith?) and the picture, if I do say so myself is pretty damn cool, so here I sit, starring at the screen, wondering what on earth am I going to write about in regards to ‘the journey’, and it hits me. Actually it was more of a tap on the shoulder kind of thing than an actual ‘bam’ in your face thing, but that’s beside the point.

At this time of year, thousands of young adults are graduating and ahead of them is the next adventure. Some of them will have it all planned out, others (kind of like me back then) figure they will just ‘wing it’ and still others will just take some time to find out who the heck they are. None of these choices are more right or more wrong than the others, but it’s interesting to see how in this day and age, in the land of social media insanity, of Tweets and Posts, Likes and Comments, that today’s youth still face the same struggles I did way, way, way back in the 80’s and 90’s.

I guess in the end it really doesn’t matter if you grew up playing Atari or X-Box, we all go through the same decisions when it comes to what we are going to do with our life. Go to college, take a year off traveling, or take that job. In the end, it really doesn’t matter which road you take, as long as you pick a direction and keep moving.

Because the only mistake you can ever really make is to not try.

Whatever the next chapter of your life contains, embrace it. Warts and all.

Till next time, go on, take that step. Who knows where it might lead.

kellysignatureblack

The Great Purge

the great purge
I have a confession – I like fashion. I really do.
I like clothes that, when I look in the mirror I go ‘damn, I’m hot’.

But I have a huge problem – I’m a huge impulse buyer (like, BAD). Which means that I end up with an insane amount of clothes that either don’t fit, don’t look right, or that I’ve worn once and hated – seriously hated – every minute of having that outfit on.

Lately, it’s gotten to the point where I really don’t even know what I have anymore, so I tend to wear the same 12 or so things over and over…. and over again. Much to my own frustration. So in an effort to actually be able to find clothes in my wardrobe and dresser, I embarked on ‘the great purge’… and I was RUTHLESS.

Just so we are clear, this is just ONE of our wardrobes (not to mention all the clothes that are in the dresser)

Just so we are clear, this is just ONE of our wardrobes (not to mention all the clothes that are in the dresser) AND that’s not even including my shoes….

Like insanely ruthless.

Sure I had done clean-outs of my clothes in the past, usually clothes that I just didn’t like, but this time I decided I would follow three rules:

  • If it didn’t fit me NOW, not in six months or a year from now, but me, as of right this minute, then it went bye-bye.
  • If it was something that I hadn’t worn in the last three months, or it was something I had bought when we first moved to Las Vegas (some nine years ago) and it wasn’t a piece I loved, it went bye-bye (which was actually a bigger portion of my clothes than I thought). And
  • If I cringed, even slightly when I looked at it, regardless of how expensive it was, or how on trend it was, it went bye-bye.
It doesn't look like it but all of this was in the wardrobe - pretty sneaky huh?

It doesn’t look like it but all of this was in the wardrobe – pretty sneaky huh?

Not so hard right?

Actually it was a lot harder, and more time consuming (it took an entire Saturday afternoon) than I anticipated. Part of it was because I had a lot of pieces that had cost a pretty penny (that I just didn’t wear) and the thought of getting rid of those were hard. The other part was that I realized quickly that my style has evolved over the past 5 years or so and I really hadn’t even realized it.

So even though I do love channeling my inner rock chic from time to time, and occasionally the need to wear a pencil skirt and pumps will overcome me, I’m more of a capris and flats kind of girl these days. Who knew?!

And now I can see just what I have and what (if anything) I need to buy to get me through the Las Vegas summer.

And now I can see just what I have and what (if anything) I need to buy to get me through the Las Vegas summer.

A few more realizations were that I have enough scarves to wear one a day for a full month and not wear the same one twice, twelve pairs of jeans (of which I only wear four), that I have WAY too many black jackets (seriously, I had six. Who needs six?). Oh and that I really can’t do cheap anymore. I already knew that bras and knickers of the less expensive variety didn’t work for me, but cheap t-shirts, pants, and dresses apparently don’t work for me either (everything was shapeless, clung in the wrong places or just looked and made me feel completely icky) – which in essence just means that it’s quality over quantity for this Momma from now on.

(* when I say cheap, I mean cheaply made. You can certainly pick up some high quality clothes without spending the big cash, but that’s an experiment for another day*)

So was it worth losing a Saturday afternoon? Totally. Would I do it again? Sure (I have no doubt it will need to be done with my winter wardrobe). Add in the incredible sense of accomplishment I had after it was done and I think the great purge was definitely a win (and I really, really, need to invest in a camera. I like the ability to take pics from my phone, but a camera would have done them way more justice).

So, till next time, may the fashion gods always smile on you.

kellysignatureblack

Death to the G-String

thongs1

We first met when I was 18. It was a brief encounter, that first time, but it was destined to become something that lasted a long, long time.

And we’ve had a wonderful relationship. Over the years you have provided me with just the support I needed, when I needed it, you were colorful when necessary, subdued when the moment called for it, heck you were even sporty at times.

During the two decades that we have been together, you were always there for me and not once did you let me down.

Through good times and bad, thick and thin, we’ve stuck it out. Sure there’s been disagreements, moments when you were less than stellar and from time to time we had breaks from each other, but for the most part, we were just meant to be.

But now, dear g-string (or thong, as you are called over here  – go on, you know you want to sing THAT song), it’s time for us to say goodbye.

And it most definitely is you, dear g-string and not me.

And here’s the reason why:

You’ve changed. You just don’t do it for me anymore.

You don’t. Nope. Nada. Zip. Zero and Zilch. I’m done with you. Over the last year or so you have let me down too many times. Versions of you have been great in the beginning, but by the 3rd or 4th wear you become either shapeless pieces of ick-iness or you fall apart. And I’m not even talking about the cheaper versions, oh no I’m not. I spend $15 or more on you and you still let me down.

And I’m not the only one. There’s a whole generation of women behind me who are giving the thong the flick. There are legions of them and they are all saying ‘no’ to the thong.

PantyStylesThat’s not to say that I don’t want to wear knickers that make me feel good, or even, dare I say it, sexy. Of course I do. There’s nothing better than wearing something oh la la underneath a basic t-shirt and jean combo, but I will no longer give in to the ‘thong pressure’.

The days when my underwear consisted of nothing but g-strings (with the occasional full brief for those days) are over.

From now on my drawers will now contain boy-shorts or hipsters, maybe even the occasional bikini brief, but no more thongs. And as for the dreaded VPL (visible panty line)? Well I figure I’ve got two options there – go commando (not really an option – can you say ‘camel toe’?)  or wear thicker materials (again, not a huge option living here in the desert). But I have no doubt a little trial and error while provide the necessary solutions. Going to the gym will be the big challenge, since the majority of those clothes contain Lycra (which are not underwear friendly), but since I’m not intending on flashing my knickers at people when I’m working out, these from Jockey or even these will probably resolve that issue.

So sayonara g-string. Bye-bye thong. Your time has officially come to an end, and I for one will be happy to see the back of you.

Till next time,

kellysignatureblack