Tag: 2020

Box It Up

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Does it feel like for anyone else that someone opened Pandora’s box in 2020 and everything flew out? Like we should put everything in a box having to do with 2020 and just push it off a cliff and start over?

Well, to me it has. It feels like I’m boxing up emotions, old memories and shipping them out.

Because despite what they will say about 2020, hope was still left in that box.

I see it on people’s faces during the protests. I see it in people’s eyes, above their masks.

It’s there. All you have to do is look for it.

Love,

Bailey

Explode Your Life

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There’s this really funny line in my favorite show at the moment, The Good Place, where Maya Rudolph is an all-knowing judge and she visits Earth for a short period of time and deems it unsalvageable.

Her words, not mine, are that she’d like to explode it and start over. (Sorry, spoilers.) Start over from amoebas and see where that takes us.

And today, it feels like a possibility. There’s just so much heartache and pain and if aliens came down right now to terminate the whole Earth, I wouldn’t even blink. I would just say, to everyone around me, “I told you so.” And then I would lie down and wait for the aliens to cull me.

So, in lieu of aliens, and violence of ANY kind, I’d like to encourage you to explode your life. Even just a little bit. Just decimate a part of your life and start over. May it be your self-doubt or toxic relationships, but it could be anything.

Just say to yourself, I’m done with this and imagine it is blown to smithereens. So, you can move on from someone or from a job or from an idea in your head. Just let it explode and sweep up the pieces. But don’t forget to start over. That’s the best part.

I wish you all the best in exploding your life. May you build bridges as fast you burn them.

Love,

Bailey

Archers Never Made Good Kings

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… is an excellent line in the song “Archer” by the Ballroom Thieves that really got me thinking today.

And my message is simple: Archers never made good kings.

Which in my own head means simply you can’t be on the defensive and the offensive at the same time.

Which means simply, stop trying to get better when you are healing.

And if that doesn’t help, simply, knock it the hell off.

Maybe I’m reading too much into one line, but hey, I was an English/Communications major. The curtains are blue for a reason.

So, what to do with that advice? Like I said, simple. Take your time and do one thing at a time. Be an archer – aim for your target. Or be a king – revel in your good fortune. But you can’t do both. You can’t grow and be content at the same time.

Remember that for the New Year season. It’s okay to try and be a better person, and it’s also great to be grateful for what you have and want things to slow down for a minute.

It’s good to have goals but don’t pull the string too taut on your dreams. You never know, you might be king one day.

 

Love,

Bailey

New Year, Same Me

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Ah, the early days of January.

The New Year is shiny and bright and it’s time to make New Year’s resolutions.

  1. Lose weight
  2. Lose some more weight
  3. Go running to lose weight
  4. And finally, tone up

And it’s really great for awhile. You get new jogging pants for the holidays and your running shoes lace on tight. And then, one thing leads to another and you just decide one day, probably a rainy day, that you don’t feel like running. And you think, it’s just one day. I deserve a day of rest after all.

Until it turns into two days, then a week, and then it’s February, March, April, May, June, and holy crap, it’s bathing suit season again.

Well, I’m here to tell you that I get it – that’s exactly what happened with this blog. I took a break. And then I took another one. And another one. And suddenly, it’s now 2020. Which is fine. Except…When I really looked back on my 2019, I couldn’t say it was all bad. I bought my first house, celebrated my first wedding anniversary, watched my sister get engaged, stayed at my great job, watched one of my other best friends get engaged, and just generally had a great time hanging out with the people I love.

But I didn’t have anything to show for 2019 either. I’m still writing a book that has taken me a decade to write. (I’m not even out of the first draft yet.) I usually keep a jar things I’m grateful for, and this past year, I had three things in it. Three. From a whole year!

So, I’ve decided to take this blog back. Back from the dust. Back from the hanging, snarled ivy. I love BaileyDailey, and I’m proud of it. I don’t even know who reads this besides my mom. But if you’re reading this right now, then I thank you.

But I want you to know, with all my heart, that your body will ALWAYS be ready for a bathing suit at any time, and please know that you can always start again.

So, here we go 2020. Bailey Dailey revisited.

You know the drill: I post Mon-Thurs, and I get the weekends off (to hopefully write my book).

Thanks, ya’ll. Cheers to starting over.

Love,

Bailey