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A Sandbox Full of Animals: How Nature Helps Me Name What I Feel & Other Spiritual Guide Discoveries

Nature and animals have provided me a load of comfort, hope, and safety over the years. My being always felt most at ease when it was amongst the leaves, birds, and breeze. If a hot shower can’t fix my mood, a walk beneath the trees definitely will. And the truest parts of my heart were kept in childhood with our German Shepard mix, Pepper. And when she passed, they stayed with my girl of sixteen years, Bella. A National Geographic binder filled with fun facts on every animal known to man was a book on my parent’s shelf I asked for permission to read over and over again.

My head, heart, and body have been out of touch and numb from one another for a long damn time. I feel disconnected, disassociated, and stuck in survival. A “little” something-something being worked on in therapy. But when asked the dreaded, “and how did that make you feel” question my brain inflicts a whiteout. A weather condition during heavy snow where visibility is nearly zero. Thoughts cease to exist. My inner monologue goes mute and the ability to use adjectives is lost. All that comes out is. “I don’t know.” The solution has been to do an exercise with a sandbox using objects and figurines to help represent what I’m feeling.

It seems obvious now but it wasn’t (at least to me) then and you can probably guess…my sandbox is routinely filled with animals and nature. It has led to a conversation about spiritual guides and if I know mine. Side-note: did you know every zodiac sign has an animal associated with it? For fun, I’ve provided the list below.

  • Gemini: Butterfly
  • Cancer: Wolf
  • Leo: Lion
  • Virgo: Owl
  • Libra: Swan
  • Scorpio: Snake
  • Sagittarius: Horse
  • Capricorn: Mountain Goat
  • Aquarius: Dolphin
  • Pisces: Deer
  • Aries: Tiger
  • Taurus: Bear

Different systems use different methods to assign animals. Don’t feel connected to this list? Do some digging to find a system that fits for you. And if I’ve lost you because there’s no hard fast rules well…congrats on making it this far with me, haha. Want to know more about your Chinese Zodiac? Click here for a chart.

Do I know which animal represents my spirit guide? The short answer is, I don’t know. How am I supposed to know the difference between appreciating and being deeply connected? Allegedly there are some options. Some recommend meditation and visualization. A quiet space to relax your mind and body, focusing on your heart to see where it takes you. My brain is too loud for this suggestion. I’d sit and think and talk myself out of every animal to appear. Every other thought would question, is this intuition or a personal persuasion?

The “look for signs” idea feels a bit more realistic for me. The Internet suggests to be open and receptive. Notice any signs in nature or in your dreams. Pay attention to synchronicities or meaningful coincidences. You could experience physical or emotional sensations. You might feel tingly or warm. A sense of calm or ease. A feeling of energy moving through you. Some have claimed to see external signs like flashes of light or hearing unexplained sounds. Not going to lie, it would be so much better for me if this could be solved by inputing personal data into a formula. This trust your feelings thing obviously isn’t great for me.

What I do know is there are a few animals tattooed on my body. A majority of dreams are me trying to fight, protect or save someone or something I care for deeply. Nannie told me ounce I was like a “wise old owl.” A recent doom scroll on Instagram lead me to a wolf pack metaphor about eldest daughters that made me feel deeply seen. A lioness is permanently placed on the inside of my bicep. I got her after a life-changing event as a reminder. And my first tattoo came at eighteen after moving out of their house. Two doves. People would ask, “why doves?” I’d respond without hesitation (or understanding what it implied), “because I’m finally free.”

Luckily, I don’t need to pick one. Which is helpful considering I’m an Enneagram 1, needing one sets me up to look for the “perfect” animal representation. It appears you’re allowed to feel connected to multiples. Or have a few guides throughout your life depending on needs. So, this little bit of murkiness will have to do for now. And I kinda love it because now I have something fun to doom scroll. 

If you were an animal, which one would you be/feel most connected to? What was the first animal to pop into your head? Tell me in the comments 🙂

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PS: I asked Matt, he said raccoon. Well, technically he said, “trash panda.”

Google says, the raccoon symbolizes curiosity, resourcefulness, and adaptability due to its intelligence and ability to thrive in changing environments. It also represents mystery and disguise, represented by its mask, and can encourage you to explore your own complex self and shed any masks that no longer serve you. For some indigenous cultures, the raccoon is a trickster figure associated with lighthearted mischief, cleverness, and dexterity (they can open doors!).

And I think he nailed it.

PPS: Does anybody know where I can get a National Geographic binder book about animals that was probably printed sometime in the 90s? Lol
PPP: Thank goodness for therapy and therapists who use sandboxes to help those of us feeling challenged to help express what’s “coming up.” Look what it led to! ❤

If You Feel Like a Mess on a Rock in Space… Same

This isn’t advice. It’s just me being honest, in case you need it too.

The last thing the internet needs is another expert. 

So, I solemnly swear to never tell you what you should be doing. Nothing grinds my gears more than others trying to tell me “exactly” what I should be doing in order to achieve x,y, and z. 

Because here’s the thing–the older I get the more I realize I don’t know shit. The moment it feels figured out, something changes and I’m back at square one. And honestly? Love that for us, it keeps us honest. (Except for the ones selling you that magic elixir.)

What I do know is how much I appreciated people being authentic and real with me about their truths. I learned the most from others sharing their own personal experiences. It helped process my own and I’d like to return the favor. Sharing what I’ve learned in hopes it helps you feel less crazy, less alone or less stressed about where you’re at.

Because if you feel like a mess on a rock floating through space, girl same. What even is my purpose here?

Hi friends, I’m trying hand over at Substack for a little while.

(I couldn’t keep sharing posts about silence and rejection from pitching, haha. And for some reason, opening WordPress feels like a drag. Not sure if it’s because at one time I had this popping and now it’s crickets or what but I’m trying to unblock the mental block.)

SO, if you wanna read the rest of the post above and learn more about the book that made me reconsider therapy, head on over to my Substack 🙂

ps: thanks for reading ❤

Rejection, Finally!

Last week’s free time was consumed with building a website for my sister’s small business she debuted at the Hagerstown Farmer’s Market. I was lucky enough to make the trip up and be there for her first one. She got an overwhelming response of positive feedback and confirmation to look legit.

Kell’s Kitchen got launched after researching which options would work best for her (shoutout to WP for $4 a month payment options) and then we designed business cards and set up an Instagram account. Then, I got whammed with a whack sinus infection that took me out for the last five days.

My ears popped and fizzed like pop rocks for three days. Pollen is one helluva weed.

Anyways! I got my first rejection in awhile. The ones from January are most likely rejecting me in silence but this women was pretty quick. She was the latest I wrote to, her email read:

Dear Shannon,

Thank you for your query. I appreciate the opportunity to consider DON’T FORGET TO TIP YOUR WAITRESS for possible representation, but I’m not the right agent for it. Of course this is only one response, and tastes vary widely among agents. I wish you the best of luck finding the right home for your work.

Sincerely,

Katie Grimm

Short and sweet. On to the next fam. This morning I submitted to a person with the last name Lyra and made a joke about it being a circus apparatus and her branding would be too easy if they needed a career change. May not have been the best idea but maybe she’ll have a chuckle. You never know what’ll draw people in, haha.

Hope you have a fabulous week, friends!

Byeeeeee.

Thought I Forgot?

The air conditioner broke the first hot weekend we’ve had this year. Sitting in a warm house has frazzled my brain. And if the property management call center tells me one more time “I understand it can be quite uncomfortable,” I might end up on the 5 o’clock news.

All that to say, I haven’t been able to muster the brain power or fucks to submit anything in the past week. But, no rejections either! So, still plenty of irons in the fire?

To be honest I can feel the momentum slipping and it’s only almost April. To be expected, right? If it were easy everyone would do it. Not going to beat myself up if I miss a week here or there. It’s about being consistent…at least I think…or hope.

In other news, I couldn’t wait any longer to do a little gardening. You’re supposed to wait another two weeks to be sure you’re out of the potential for frost, but every place we ran errands to this weekend had their plant section bussin.’ So, if it does frost, hopefully it won’t kill anything the first time (or two).

What’s your favorite thing to plant in the Spring? I need something that creeps.

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An Oops & a New Recipe Try

No “thanks but no thanks and good luck” emails have been sent to my inbox this past week. So, there’s still a chance one of them is still considering to work with me.

Time slipped past me last week and I didn’t get a chance to submit. It wasn’t until my drive home from aerial class Wednesday night that it dawned on me. Thursdays are my shit day so I shot for Friday to figure it out. Then Friday turned into a cluster-fack and here we are on Monday.

I’d like to say I’ll submit to two agents this week but I fear with this time change, one will be a victory. Despite going to bed early, I still woke up 20 minutes before needing to log into work. Starting my day in a rush/behind is not how I like to begin the week. It feels like I’ll trip into each task that needs to be complete. Hate, hate, hate.

In order to get back on track I wrote out a to-do list for the week. Maybe checking stuff off it will help get me back on track. First thing first? Write blog and then search for this week’s literary agent. After? Brush teeth and wash face.

Something fun I accomplished this weekend was finally testing out a new recipe that’s been sitting in my “to-be-cooked” binder. It’s a baby blue binder I’ve had since maybe high school and it’s filled with torn magazine pages of recipes I want to try. This weekend, I tackled the Furikake-Ranch Snack Mix. It was freaking delicious.

The recipe is down below. My pointer? really make sure you mix it well. I thought giving it a few toss tosses would be sufficient but you really want to make sure the syrup is well distributed so most pieces of the snack mix get covered. Otherwise, it’s easy-peasy. If you try it, let me know if you dig it.

(I can’t tell you wrote the recipe because a name is not mentioned or which magazine it came from for sure, but I’m pretty sure it was featured in last summer’s Bon Appetit)

“Furikake Chex Mix, a popular fixture in Hawaii, meets another American favorite: each seasoning. Like all good snack mixes, this one is open to swaps and modifications. Can’t find Bugles? Try Oyster crackers! Prefer it spicy? Add a hot sauce to the syrup. This recipe feeds a crowd but can be halved easily. “

Mix can be made 2 weeks ahead. Store in airtight container and at room temperature.

  • 1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter
  • 1/3 cup light corn syrup
  • 1/4 cup sugar
  • 1/4 cup vegetable oil
  • 1 Tbsp. soy sauce
  • 1 1-oz packet ranch seasoning
  • 10 cups rice and/or corn cereal (Chex, Crispix)
  • 3 cups Bugles (or oyster crackers)
  • 2 cups mini windowpane pretzels
  • 2 cups Goldfish crackers
  • 1 cup salted & roasted peanuts
  • 1 1.7-oz bottle nori Komi furikake
  1. Place racks in upper and lower thirds of oven, preheat to 250.
  2. Heat butter, corn syrup, sugar, oil, soy sauce, and ranch seasoning in small saucepan, stirring until sugar is dissolved. Remove from heat.
  3. Mix cereal, Bugles, pretzels, crackers, and peanuts in large bowl, working from bottom to top.
  4. Wearing gloves, carefully, pour butter mixture into bowl, mixing from bottom to top to incorporate. Sprinkle half Furikake over and toss evenly. Sprinkle remaining Furikake and toss again to coat.
  5. Divide mixture onto two baking sheets and bake. Tossing mixture every 15-20 minutes and rotating pans back to front and top to bottom halfway through, until dry (about an hour). A humid day may require an extra 15 – 30 minutes. Let snack cool before serving.

Next time I’m adding hot sauce.

Have a great week, friends. I hope something good happens to you. ❤

Are You Filling A Space You’re Not Meant To?

The most recent episode of Red Table Talk on Facebook Watch titled Healing Emotional Scars with Ciara is a good watch for anyone with a blended family, in a committed relationship, or is looking for inner personal growth…so, basically everyone?

Around the eleven minute mark, Jada and Ciara get into a discussion about navigating life with bonus children and parents.

“I have a bonus son from Will’s first marriage, who I adore, but in the beginning, it was challenging because Trey already had a mother, and I had to learn how to have that motherly compassion without trying to fill that space because it was already taken,” said Jada.

Filling spaces that are already taken, hot damn, let’s say it to ourselves again because I think this idea is universal!

This sparked two thoughts/questions:

  1. Where is the line between motherly compassion and overstepping boundaries?
  2. Where am I guilty of trying to fill a space that’s already taken?

Where is the line between motherly compassion and overstepping? Everyone’s line placement is subjective due to life experiences, but I do think it’s fair to say if someone has communicated where their line is and you keep pushing, that’s when it’s a problem.

The key is to have enough self-awareness to recognize when you’re feeling pushed and if/or when you’re doing the pushing (which ties into point two). People are telling you (verbally or with body language) how they want to be treated so if you choose to ignore by only doing what you want, that’s on you.

Where am I guilty of trying to fill spaces that aren’t meant to be filled by me? Oh, plenty, but I’ll only mention one, haha.

I struggle with feeling responsible for other people’s behaviors and/or actions when my worlds (friends, coworkers, family, etc.) collide.

It goes back to how I was raised and how the phrase ‘guilty by association’  was hammered into my head, that paired with emotionally immature parents who couldn’t control their moods was the perfect equation for me (the oldest) hoping if I could manage all the moods in the room a fight wouldn’t break out because when one did, it always ended up feeling like it was my fault.

So I tried to fill a space where I was in charge of everyone’s behaviors and actions to eliminate embarrassment on all sides, which made being in a room filled with people I knew impossible.

But FYI, people are responsible for their own actions, not you. Guilty by association is bullshit (I double checked with my therapist). This space is not mine to fill, and it’s one I’m happy to bow out of with my middle finger in the air, waving it goodbye.

Where are you trying to fill a space you’re not meant to fill?

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How Do You Stay True To Your Roots?

My biggest fear is one day I’ll wake up and won’t recognize the face looking back at me in the mirror. I worry I’ll get wrapped up in materialistic values and forget my humble beginnings.

Well-fed cornfields, dairy farms, and long country roads paint my earliest memories. The seclusion allowed freedom to shoot off model rockets with Dad and build bonfires in the backyard. Mom taught us how to build castles with books and how to use the floor vents to make sheet forts when the furnace kicked on.

Happiness never related to possessions, and it wasn’t until much later I realized my family’s resourcefulness wasn’t out of creativity but necessity. Growing up with less (and helping to carry my parent’s adult problems at a young age) made me grind for success.

A common phrase in my house growing up was “figure it out on your own,” so I put my nose to the grindstone and worked full-time while attending (and paying) my way through college. It took me almost eight years to finally get my Bachelor’s. I could only do so many college credits at a time because unlike most of my classmates, I also held the responsibility of living on my own with no financial backing.

This ambition to never quit and continue to strive for better is what landed me here, out of the restaurant industry with a job that pays well and has “regular” (off on holidays and a routine 9 to 5 schedule), located in sunny Orange County, California.

Now, when I wake up in the morning I have choices of what I want for breakfast and drive on a freeway that’s frequently littered with million dollar homes and exotic supercars, not a cornfield in sight.

Jlo speaks about this in her song, Jenny From The Block. “Don’t be fooled with the rock’s that I’ve got, I’m still, I’m still Jenny from the block. Used to have a little now I have a lot. I’ll always know where I come from (the Bronx!).

Most of us haven’t gone from a private person to a public person making millions but we’ve all experienced some form of reckoning that’s forced us to reconcile with what once was compared to what is.

Living in Orange County I’ve seen what an excess of privilege does to a person. I fear eventually I’ll get used to this good life (affording Brie, aerial classes, and financial freedom my parents never had) and forget where I came from and the values that got me here.

Now, this might sound crazy because I’m not Jlo going from nothing to holy-shit-something…

…but for those of you who have dug themselves out of the deep pits to successfully changing your own stars, know what I’m talking about. This abrupt, yet painfully slow transition from past to present is internally conflicting. And man, can we talk about the guilt for a damn second?

There are some days I have a really hard time digesting how much money I spend now compared to ten years ago. A little rotten voice in the back of my head constantly questions is what I’m buying sensible and how I should be saving it instead.

The truth is I’m not spending money on frivolous items, it’s being invested in my physical and mental well being, which is a tough concept to digest. Also, how come it feels so strange to invest in me? Ugh, a blog post for another day. 

So how do you make sure you don’t forget your roots?

There’s an old saying about acknowledging your path to success and the author from Bodhi Tree writes…

“There is no way to grow and strengthen if you are walking on flat ground. You have to climb. You have to fall and claw your way back up again, and when you emerge covered in dirt, sweat and smiles, it’s beautiful! It’s worth it. If you rub away the climb and the fall, you rub away the story itself.”

Basically? It’s practicing gratitude and honoring your struggle. Acknowledging a fear means you’re aware and won’t let ‘it’ happen because you’re not living with your head in a hole.

ps: I had an afterthought aha moment…what if staying true to your roots is just remembering your past, and bringing its best lessons and values with you everywhere you continue to go and grow? It’s not about reconciling, but an important piece of staying grounded. 

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May is Mental Health Awareness Month

May is mental health awareness month and I wanted to dedicate this week’s post to remind everyone how important it is to keep the conversation about mental health-relevant.

Did you know:

  • 1 in 5 young people in the U.S. has a diagnosable mental health disorder before age 18.
  • Half of the adults who struggle with a lifetime mental illness had symptoms before age 14, but most received no help.
  • Only about 1.3 of kids with mental health problems today receive any treatment.
  • Every dollar invested in children’s mental health saves $7 in future public costs.
  • Suicide is the second leading cause of death among young people ages 10-24.
  • Stigma, denial, and lack of access to care are barriers to healing.
  • The earlier a child receives high-quality, evidence-based care, while the brain is rapidly developing, the greater the possibility of a positive outcome.

I’ve started to align myself with brands and people who are invested in self-care and mental health. The T-shirt company Self Care Is For Everyone does both and I am IN LOVE WITH THEM.

Its mission is to normalize the conversation around mental health and provide gentle reminders to our community of their inherent self-worth by emphasizing the importance of self-care in hopes of creating a future in which suicide and self-harm become things of the past. Also, 10% from the sales on our site go to the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (1-800-273-8255), which provides free and confidential emotional support to people in suicidal crisis or emotional distress 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, across the United States.

This is also their definition of self-care that I love to read every once in a while for a healthy reminder it’s okay to put myself first.

To be able to take care of others, you must first learn to take care of yourself. Self-care is often used as a vague term but put simply, self-care is anything you do to be good to yourself. Self-care is consciously choosing to be kind to yourself in whatever capacity you need. This includes being compassionate in the way you speak to yourself. Self-care is needed for the well being of your mental health & your physical health.

Ironically enough, when struggling with a mental illness, basic self-care becomes the least of your worries. However, your mental health, physical health, and spiritual health are all connected and caring for all three can be a crucial part of the recovery process. While self-care means something different to each person you meet, we all need it to survive. Self-care is understanding how you recharge, or what you need in order to feel the strength to take care of everything else going on in your life. Having a self-care practice forces you to get to know yourself on a deeper level, to better understand what you might need in a given moment. Do you need to lay down and listen to music for a bit? Do you need to go for a walk? Or do you need to make time to catch up with an old friend?

I plan on buying a size small in every shirt possible, basically. I have the “Grow Through What You Go Through” and “You Are Enough” t-shirts, they’re the perfect reminder for me.

Click here if you’re curious to see if they’ve got a shirt perfect for you too!

What will you do for yourself this month?

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My First Trip To The Upper Left

A city built on top of a city surrounded by water and formerly known as the Queen City of the Pacific Northwest and the Gateway to Alaska is where I spent a long weekend last week.

Seattle was wicked cool, and worth the agonizing plane ride…kinda. The weather was gorgeous, sun shining for half the day and a cool haze for the remainder. It sprinkled a few times and I saw snow while hiking up Mt. Tiger!

On Friday I hiked it up to Kerry Park for one of the best views of the cityscape, ate BBQ inside the armory at the Seattle Center, walked through Sculpture Park, and finished the evening with a drink and an old friend at The Edgewater Hotel that has a view like no other. Sit in the lobby and order a drink during happy hour, you won’t be sorry.

Kerry Park, Seattle
Kerry Park

Saturday started at Pike Place Market with rows of fresh flowers, cheese churning across the street at Beechers and the longest Starbucks line you’ll ever see for convenient coffee.   The afternoon was filled with a hidden lighthouse and a bike ride down the boardwalk at Alki Beach with another spectacular view of the cityscape and futuristic Space Needle.

Alki Beach
Alki Beach

I got an early start on the day Sunday with a long hike up Mt. Tiger with the same old friend and her husband. But first, we made a pitstop at Caffe Ladro and got one of the best damn cups of coffee, ever. I went for round two on Monday morning, too.

Mt. Tiger, Seattle
Mt. Tiger

After the mountain whooped our asses (literally) and we refueled at a local Mediterranean eatery, they dropped me off at my hotel and I wandered down to Pioneer Square where I hopped on Bill Speidel’s Underground Tour. It came recommended and I too highly recommend it if you find yourself in Seattle.

Seattle is a city built on top of a city because of a massive fire and unstable (very wet) ground. This tour takes you down to the basement of Seattle where you can walk the old roads and learn the city’s history, like how The Emerald City was actually built by a woman and her…”seamstress” business.

I ate dinner at Petite Toulouse and got the spicy shrimp, homemade andouille and crawfish onto cheesy grits. The beignets are not like the ones you find in NOLA but they are at least the right shape. Also, STOP serving them with coffee sauce. I need raspberry!

Monday morning started the same way, at Caffe Ladro with The Perfect Bar for breakfast. After a semi-lazy morning, I hit up MoPop and got lost in its Prince, Fantasy, and Horror Fiction exhibits. Two hours later it was time to head back to the hotel and call an Uber to the airport.

The greenery and fresh air were exactly what I needed and I’m looking forward to more adventures this year. When I go back to Seattle, what should I check out next?

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The App That Helped Me Get Back In The Fitness Game

Can I just say, there are SO many health and fitness coaches on Instagram it’s kinda insane. I follow a couple chicks I respect but…other than that, lawd. have. mercy.

A few years ago my health and fitness routine spiraled into an unhealthy obsession. Living in Orange County, California, does come with an unsaid pressure to be fit, healthy, and young, but my addictive personality definitely added fuel to the awaiting fire.

Two strict diets, working out twice a day, not focusing on nutrition and feeling like I was running for dessert eventually tipped me over. After nearly two years on the hamster wheel, I finally fell off. And when I look back it’s easy to see it was only a matter of time.

I dropped to working out once a day, and then every other day, and then twice a week, and then oops skipped a week. All the while my caloric intake stayed the same and never adjusted to my new limited cardio. Twelve pounds (I stopped weighing myself after I gained twelve) and eight months later, I finally got myself back on the wagon and started practicing a balance between food and exercise.

Changing my mindset was priority number one, fixing my relationship with food was number two and finding a fitness routine I enjoyed was number three. And two apps helped me get number three situated.

7M for Women and ClassPass.

7M for Women is a FREE app with a variety of timed workouts. At the end of each session the same voice narrating your workout also tells you, “congratulations, work out complete,” and I was here for it. I needed that kind of affirmation in my life because it didn’t matter how long the workout was, I still got a congratulation.

ps: 7M stands for 7 minutes, as in a 7-minute workout, you still get a congratulations because showing up counts for something. 

ClassPass isn’t free, but the cheapest plan I was on helped me figure out what kind of classes I would want to invest my money in monthly, which led me to aerial fitness classes.

Never would I ever imagine I’d be putting my thing down, flipping it, and reversing it up on the silks and hoop, but here I am six months later and loving it. I live for my Wednesday night classes because once a week I prove to myself I can do the previously imagined, impossible.

But here’s the thing, I made a promise with myself I wasn’t going to over do it, meaning I wasn’t going to get competitive and only believe the workout counted if I was the best in the class and could outperform. Instead, my mindset was singularly focused on me, reminding myself I was doing it for me and for fun.

Day one is better than one day.

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