What has become of Amie, you might ask?
What a great question, considering all she does is occasionally pop onto her once lifestyle blog to barf poetry or vaguely motion to some aspect of her life. That is why it’s time for another episode of Coffee Chats with your host, Amie.
*sits down and gets comfortable* Ready for an interesting fact? I only drink coffee once a week now, so this should really be Tea Times with Amie, since I drink like, three cups of tea per day at the moment. 😂 Why have I stopped drinking so much coffee? Well, I shall start this coffee chat by talking about my health. My body is very sensitive, and even though I have tried to attribute it simply to hypochondriac tendencies, I am actually allergic to a lot of things. For example, anything grass related (i.e. wheat, buckwheat, grass, pinesol), anything dairy related (i.e. Milk, yogurt, cheese, whey), and so many other things. (Fragrances, mold, cats . . . ) But I don’t like going without things, so I struggle to keep myself away from the things that make me sick. When I was reviewing my lifestyle, I realized that if I rationed coffee, it made it easier to ration other things. So while coffee isn’t “bad” for me, I’ve put tea in it’s place.
Anyway. That was a long ramble, but it’s something that has taken me away from this blog. When you’re exhausted all the time and sick all the time, you certainly don’t feel like blogging.
The other health related thing I’ve been doing a lot is exercise. I know there’s a lot of debate on exercise, and some people just don’t enjoy it, but at the moment, my exercise is my favorite part of the day. Yes, it is very sad, but hey. It is what it is. I’ve been doing a lot of pilates and weight training at the moment. I’ve wanted to get into running but I’m waiting for my asthma to calm down a bit before I do anything crazy.
At the moment, I’m studying for the ACT, and I have now realized why people in school are always so tired. Studying takes so much mental energy from you. It’s like. . . a vacuum of the cruelest kind. But my improvement has been so encouraging to watch, so I won’t resent the time it takes to study.
Another thing that has taken my time is . . . I’m publishing another book! 😱 And I thought I had already announced it on here but oh well. 🤦♀️ It’s a companion poetry book to Fifteen, and yes. It’s named Sixteen. I intend to have a four book poetry set by the end of my teenage years, respectively named Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, and Eighteen. 😂
I also have continued to run my business, Painted Prose. It is now a subscription box. If you want more info, go here.
But I’m not here to talk all about my . . . . work, I guess. I’m here to ramble about my thoughts. What is going on in the head of Amie?
I will be honest, I’ve been stressed. Yesterday I had a crying fit after this week has been riddled with migraines. There’s just always so much to do, you know? And even if I don’t have to do everything, I still have to do a lot. And just thinking about what I have to do, I get stressed, because it’ll take so much mental energy, won’t it?
And then I realized something hilarious.
If I stopped stressing about how much mental energy life will take, then I’ll have more mental energy to give to life. 😂
I like to avoid pain at all costs, like average humans. But my problem is that I like to think I have high pain tolerance, to justify me skirting the painful things. My painful things hurt so much more than so-and-so’s, so I’m justified in not pushing through the pain to get the reward.
But to be truly happy in life, we have to push through the pain. Example: I love being strong. I love the high that comes after exercise. But in order to get that high, I have to push through the pain of the actual workout routine.
Like everything in life, you have to do this with balance. So if you put yourself through pain all the time, and refuse to take time to rest, you’ll be in a bit of a tight space. Which is the place I often force myself. I struggle to balance, always have. My knees used to be bloody all the time from my lack of balance.
So now it’s my soul that’s bloody and I don’t know how to practice balance.
I just know I have to try.
Enjoy your coffee, my loves.