Tag: motivation

  • Benched… Until Now

    Benched… Until Now

    I find it hilarious that I can hype up a sad friend like I’m their own personal life coach — motivational speeches, pep talks, the whole deal. I’m basically the unofficial cheerleader for everyone I know (minus the pom-poms, though I could totally rock them). But the second my own storm rolls in? I vanish like a magician. Poof. I isolate, I withdraw, I mentally crawl under a blanket fort of doom… but unfortunately, the electric company still expects their money. Apparently, you can’t pay bills with emotional shutdowns.

    Why

    Why is that? Why are we so quick to turn into motivational speakers for our friends and family? We rush in with hugs, pep talks, and “you got this!” energy like we’re auditioning for a feel-good movie montage. We make sure they know they aren’t alone, help them see their mountain is more like a speed bump, and reassure them that life will eventually chill out. Now that I’m in my 30s, I finally get why I love encouraging others — because I know exactly what it’s like to feel alone. I’ve been there, thinking no one cared what I was going through. Spoiler alert: it was all in my head. Just me, lying to myself so I could throw a dramatic party for one — BYOT (Bring Your Own Tissues) — also known as the legendary pity party. 🎉

    Learning something new

    I had to learn to be my own cheerleader — no crowd, no halftime show, just me yelling “Go, team… me!” in the mirror. The hardest part was getting used to hearing my own voice talk back, like some awkward motivational speaker who won’t leave. Growing up, I was told that talking to yourself was a one-way ticket to “crazy town,” but then I read it’s actually a sign of intelligence — so now I’m basically a genius having deep conversations with myself in the cereal aisle. Positive breeds positive, so I’m out here breeding optimism like it’s a full-time job. If you want to know more about what to focus on (or just need permission to talk to yourself in public), check out the link below:
    what-you-going-to-choose-to-focus-on/

    Give yourself self a break

    The question I keep accidentally asking myself (usually while brushing my teeth or staring into the fridge like it might spill life’s secrets) is: why don’t we show ourselves more love? Seriously. We’ll comfort a crying stranger online, leave a string of heart emojis like we’re part of a professional hype squad, but give ourselves a simple “you got this” in the mirror and suddenly it feels like we’re performing some weird, self-inflicted dare.

    Meanwhile, we’re Olympic-level experts at believing the nonsense our brains throw at us. “You’re alone. Nobody cares. You didn’t measure up.” And what’s this gold standard we’re supposed to meet? Probably invented by some person lounging in Cheeto dust–covered pajamas, scrolling TikTok while eating ice cream straight from the carton.

    Here’s the kicker: everyone else gets our compassion, our encouragement, our pep talks… but us? We get the “you’re failing” commentary on repeat. It’s ridiculous, honestly. So maybe it’s time to give ourselves the same hype we give everyone else. Because if a stranger online deserves a heart emoji, the least we can do is throw one at ourselves—preferably while eating the chocolate we totally earned.

    Learning to be your own cheerleader is a survival skill these days. The moment you stop waiting for other people to hype you up, you suddenly become emotionally ripped — like you just bench-pressed your own self-esteem. And thank goodness struggles don’t last forever, because if they did, we’d all be living in one giant soap opera. I read somewhere that maybe God’s plan isn’t to remove the storm but to teach you how to dance in it — which is cute until you realize you have two left feet and it’s a thunderstorm.

    Time to Go—Self-Love Doesn’t Schedule Itself

    Don’t get me wrong, cheering on your friends and family is basically a full-time Olympic sport—and hey, someone has to hand out the gold medals of encouragement. But don’t forget to save some of that pep-talk energy for yourself when life decides to throw a flaming pineapple at your stress levels. We’re human, which means bad days are basically part of the job description. So go ahead, give yourself a little high-five in the mirror, even if it feels weird—it’s cheaper than therapy and slightly less messy than chocolate. This is where I leave you. Until we meet again have a blessed day.

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  • 5 Ways to Handle Stress Like You Didn’t Just Google: How to Handle Stress.

    5 Ways to Handle Stress Like You Didn’t Just Google: How to Handle Stress.

    Hey there, how are you guys doing today? Stressed? Same. I can’t even count how many times I’ve asked Google “how do I handle stress” — at this point, Google probably sighs before answering me. And of course, it gives me the same basic tips every single time: take a walk, breathe deeply, exercise, listen to  music. (Sure, the music works… until your kids start arguing in the background or your neighbor decides today’s the day to mow their lawn at 7 am on a Saturday morning). I’m just trying to bring something a little different to the therapy table. (Yes, pun intended. And no, I’m not apologizing for it.

    Write anything that comes to your mind

    Brain Dumping

    I’m sure at some point, while panicking and Googling “stress relief,” you came across the advice to journal your emotions. Now, I don’t know about you, but when I’m stressed, the last thing I care about is whether my sentences are complete or if I’m abusing commas like they owe me money. And journaling? Please. It just turns into one long rant that would make zero sense to anyone else—but hey, that’s actually the point. That’s what I like to call a good ol’ brain dump

    You just grab a notebook, scrap paper, a napkin—literally anything—and scribble down every single thing that’s stressing you out. Don’t worry about making it neat or poetic; this isn’t English class, and nobody’s grading you. It doesn’t matter if your handwriting looks like a toddler’s or if halfway through you give up and start doodling angry stick figures stabbing “Monday” with tiny pitchforks. (Honestly, that’s encouraged.) When you’re done—and no, it probably won’t be 20 pages long, but hey, if you’re that stressed, go off—here’s the dramatic part: you burn it. Safely, of course. I’m not trying to have you explaining to the fire department that your therapist told you to “light your problems on fire” like some emotional arsonist.

    Why does this actually help? I’m glad you asked. The scribbling part is basically a stress detox for your brain. You dump the junk out of your head and onto paper so it stops ping-ponging around in there. And the burning part? That’s the fun bit—it’s like firing your problems. Literally. It’s your own mini “you’re fired” moment, except instead of a toxic coworker, it’s your anxiety going up in smoke. Plus, there’s something oddly satisfying about watching those little paper worries curl up and disappear like they were never there. It’s the cheapest therapy session you’ll ever have.

    Shower Therapy

    Cold and Warm Contrasts Showers.

    Anyone who’s desperate to deal with stress will try just about anything once. Cold showers? Yeah… it’s not exactly my first pick for stress relief. In fact, it feels like it should cause more stress than it fixes 😅. But stick with me here because, apparently, science knows better than my brain. The trick is simple: at the end of your shower, switch the water to cold for 30 seconds, then back to warm. That’s it. Thirty seconds. You can survive that.

    Why does it work? Well, for starters, your body releases endorphins—basically little happiness messengers running around your system, and doing high-fives inside your brain. Then, it restarts your fight-or-flight response like a mini pep talk for your nervous system. Who knew a bit of icy water could tell your body, “You’ve got this!” It’s like a tiny boot camp for your stress levels, minus the sweating and awkward gym shorts.

    Small Victory’s

    Create a Victory Jar

    This one takes a tiny bit of effort, but I promise it’s worth it—and by “tiny bit,” I mean so small you can do it while binge-watching Netflix. It’s basically a little pick-me-up in a jar. Grab a mason jar (or any random glass jar you have lying around that isn’t already holding spaghetti sauce), a pad of sticky notes, and a pencil. Keep them together so they’re easy to grab.

    Every time you do something good—no matter how tiny or ridiculous—write it on a sticky note and toss it in the jar. Did your kids survive the day without setting the house on fire? Stick it in the jar. Did you somehow get through a mountain of laundry without crying? Jar it. Did you resist eating the entire carton of ice cream in one sitting? Definitely jar it. Seriously, there are no rules here. Even “I didn’t hit snooze six times this morning” counts.

    Then, when life decides to throw a surprise tantrum your way, you open the jar and remember: hey, I have done some good stuff. Little victories add up, and this jar becomes a weirdly satisfying little trophy case of “look at me being a human!” It’s cheap, it’s silly, and it works. Plus, it’s fun to shake the jar and imagine it rattling with all your tiny but mighty accomplishments.

    Fake Laugh

    Have you ever had to “fake it till you make it”? Yeah, me too. Sometimes life is less “thriving adult” and more “confused raccoon with a Wi-Fi bill.” But here’s the thing—your brain is basically that gullible friend who will believe almost anything you tell it. If you trick it into thinking you’re having a good time, it actually releases dopamine, which is like your brain’s little party favor.

    That’s why people say laughter is medicine—it’s basically your body’s way of handing you a free antidepressant without the side effects or pharmacy line. And the bonus? While you’re busy cracking up (even if it’s at your own bad jokes, memes, or that time you texted your boss instead of your best friend), your cortisol—the stress hormone—starts taking a backseat. Slowly, but surely, your stress levels come down. It’s like giving your brain a bubble bath while you’re just sitting there giggling at cat videos.

    Create a Worry Box

    While we’re out here stressing like a cat who just caught a glimpse of its own shadow (or worse, a cucumber), we still secretly want to be creative and in control. So here’s a little trick: get yourself a jar. Or, if you’re feeling extra Pinterest-y, go ahead and make a whole box—just don’t let it turn into a “craft project” that stresses you out even more. The idea is simple: write down whatever is gnawing at your brain, fold it up like a tiny paper burrito of worry, and toss it into the jar or box. Why does this help?

    First, you don’t have to keep repeating your worries like a broken record player from the ’90s. Second, it’s like giving your brain a hall pass that says, “Hey, it’s okay, I put that problem on timeout.”I just gave you 5 things you can do to help with your stress, and let’s be real—none of them are magic wands (though honestly, if Amazon ever starts selling those, I’m buying in bulk).

    And honestly, sometimes we just need to trick our own minds into chilling out. Because let’s face it—worrying is part of being human. We all do it. But the trick is not letting it set up camp, start a bonfire, and roast marshmallows in your head. Life is way too short to let stress hog all the snacks at your mental party.

    Wrapping Things Up

    It’s not easy to admit when you’re overwhelmed, and it’s definitely not easy to ask for help 😕. But whether you ended up here because you searched “how to handle stress” on Google, or because you accidentally typed “why am I like this” and landed on a rabbit hole of life advice, the point is… you took the first step. And that’s huge. Like, give yourself a cookie huge.

    The truth is, everyone has bad days. Some people just get really good at hiding it behind fake smiles, sarcasm, or pretending their third iced coffee of the day is just “a little treat.” Others are probably reading posts like this one, nodding along like “yep, totally got my life together now,” when really they’re also one traffic jam away from losing it. And that’s normal. Stress doesn’t care how strong you are—it’ll show up uninvited like that one neighbor who always wants to “borrow” something but never gives it back. The trick is finding ways to deal with it before it eats up all your energy.

    So hey, whether this post helps you laugh, breathe, or at least remember that you’re not the only one secretly Googling your way through life—mission accomplished. And if nothing else, now you know at least one other person (hi, me 👋) is also winging it and trying to figure it out along the way. 😅 Well, I think my work here is done, so until next time, have a blessed day.

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  • “My Blogging Journey So Far: A Beautiful Disaster”

    “My Blogging Journey So Far: A Beautiful Disaster”

    First of all, I want to give a huge shoutout to Taylor Standford. Honestly, I wouldn’t be where I am today without her guidance — and by “where I am today,” I mean sitting here writing this paragraph instead of binge-watching reality TV. Who is Taylor Standford? Glad you asked. She’s basically the blog whisperer — the Yoda of blogging, but taller and with way better Instagram aesthetics. She helps people start blogs and then gently shoves them out of the nest so they can fly on their own (or at least awkwardly flap their wings until they get the hang of it). If you’ve ever dreamed of sharing your wisdom, your recipes, or your cat’s daily schedule with the internet, click the link below and begin your blog journey.

    https://taylorstanford.com/blog/how-to-create-a-blog

    Choosing a Blog Name

    This blogging journey has been a wild ride, let me tell you! Tech-savvy? Ha! I once tried to reboot my computer and accidentally made it take a nap for three hours. Coming up with a name for my blog? Pure chaos. I didn’t want to trap myself into one topic—like “Back to Our Roots,” which sounds cool until you realize it basically forces you to become an amateur herbalist and beauty guru overnight. So, I went with Jade’s Random Thoughts—because why limit myself? Now I can post about anything from why my cat judges me to my secret talent for burning toast. The possibilities are endless… and slightly terrifying.

    How It Is Going

    Although starting this blog wasn’t exactly the wild, confetti-filled party I had imagined, I’m hanging in there. Sure, I wish I had a few more subscribers—maybe even enough to start a small cult of newsletter enthusiasts—but hey, patience is a virtue, right? Blogging isn’t hard; figuring out what people actually want to read? That’s the real brain-bending, hair-pulling puzzle. In just one month, I’ve racked up 1,116 views—which is mind-blowing! I mean, someone out there actually cares what I ramble about. My goal is simple: write posts that make you go, “Ah, finally! Someone else has survived the chaos of life and lived to tell the tale!” Because let’s face it, we’re all human, scrolling through life online, thinking, “Okay…so what did you do to fix this mess?” And honestly, I need all the help I can get.

    What I Would Have Done Differently

    Well, I wish I had started this journey when I was younger—back when my brain could actually absorb the magical secrets of blogging without feeling like it was learning rocket science. Poor Taylor, bless her, has been my blogging lifeline, patiently answering my…let’s call them “quirky” questions. Honestly, even if my blog magically stops getting views tomorrow, I’m thrilled because 1,116 people have peeked at my little corner of the internet—and that’s basically a small army in blog-world. So, what would I do differently? At this point, not much…unless someone invents a “blogging cheat code” in the next month. It’s only been a little over a month, and I’m sure my future self will be facepalming over all the stuff I’ll learn along the way.

    Wrapping it Up

    If you’ve made it this far, wow—thank you! I appreciate you more than coffee on a Monday morning. So, here’s my journey so far: I still have most of my hair 🙃😅, which is a win in my book. I know this post is a bit shorter than my usual novel-length rants, but I’m not into filler content—I like to get straight to the point, like a ninja with a keyboard. Has this blogging experience been amazing…or a total disaster? I’ll say I’m somewhere in the middle 😆…kidding! So far, it’s been a good ride, going about as well as a slightly tipsy tightrope walker might expect. Any new adventure comes with its highs, its “wow, I’m a genius” moments, and its lows, AKA “what the heck was I thinking?” Moments. But really, it’s all about the adventure along the way. So until next time, go forth and have a blessed day…or at least a day that doesn’t make you want to pull your hair out.

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