The Kay Gee Era: Guarding My Peace Like a Queen
Life lately? A delicate dance between doing all the things and not burning out. Spoiler alert: I’m still stepping on my own toes.
In therapy, I learned I have a pattern:
Push myself until I’m running on fumes
Crash
Recover
Repeat (because apparently I’m committed to the bit)
And—naturally—right after learning this, I went and said yes to something I should’ve said no to. Why? Because I wanted to. 🙃
Meanwhile, I’ve been juggling an allergic reaction, mental fatigue, and the kind of exhaustion that makes you want to disappear into a blanket fort with a “do not disturb” sign.
Health & Life Realities
This week’s plan is simple:
Take my meds on schedule
Get enough sleep
Eat healthy(ish)
Reality check: I demolished a box of Frosted Flakes this morning. My friend says they’re like crack. She’s not wrong. Lesson learned—don’t buy them.
Lunch today is a salad, though, and here’s my reminder to myself: one meal doesn’t blow the whole day.
Speaking of health, my cardiologist told me last week he’s never seen anyone like me. DUH—there’s only one Kay Gee. He called my recovery “amazing.” In all his years, he has never seen recovery like mine! All the grace goes to God.
Empath Problems Are Real
Apparently, empaths and highly sensitive people (which of course, I am both) need more sleep and recovery time. This fact is my official permission slip to rest without guilt.
Bonus: I’ve been sleeping lately (sometimes with my CPAP, sometimes… not). Last night I recommitted. Wish me luck.
Poetry, Side Hustles & Brain Dump Confessions
When I stopped blogging, I started writing what I’ll loosely call “poetry.” Angry poetry. Some of it’s recorded. Do I dare listen? TBD. Publishing? Maybe.
Side hustle-wise, I know my next step. I just haven’t hit the button yet. Why? Possibly fear. Possibly time. Possibly a cosmic combo platter.
“They” say we all have time—we just have to make it. (Also—who are “they” anyway?) IMO, time is all an illusion anyway.
Energy & My Kay Gee Era
Everything is energy. We are energy. And I’m only accepting high-vibrational, uplifting energy into my life.
Right now, I’m in my Kay Gee era—guarding my space like it’s sacred and protecting my peace like it’s the last piece of cake at a family reunion.
If you’re not bringing high-vibe energy? Buh-bye. I wish you well, but don’t waste your one beautiful life.
I don’t know where life’s taking me, but I’m excited for the ride. Only God knows the map. I’m just here for the scenic route.
Life Lessons & Moving Forward
Here I am a few days later, I’m still finishing this post—probably because life threw some… let’s just call it bullshit at me. And I’m not giving it any headspace.
As a friend once told me: not everything deserves your mental rent.
Your second life begins when you realize you only get one. You can do all the things, just not all at once. Pause when you need to. Always move forward.
If you knew me a month ago, you don’t know me now. Honestly? I barely know me either.
But I do know this: I’m choosing courage. Always.
Live Courageously.
