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I had a rough week last week, y'all. Insecurity, anxiety, exhaustion and a cold, hard dose of parenting reality (my babies are growing up whether I'm ready or not!) had me on the ropes. In the past, I would have gone to bed. No, I"m not exaggerating. I would have put my rain sounds on, turned on some sad music, crawled into bed and made a blanket burrito until I spent enough days (yes, I mean days) hiding from the world and my feelings.

But this is supposed to be my Year of Yes and that means not doing the same old things, the same old way. Especially when those things don't serve me. It's one thing to take a step back and take the time to renew, refresh, and recenter. That's healthy. It's another thing entirely to retreat from the world, convinced you're trash and deserve all the bad things to happen to you and only you. My blanket burritos kept me safe from the outside world but at the cost of being present in my life and the lives of my children. 

So no blanket burritos this time. I took the bold (and terrifying) step of being open with the fact that I was struggling. I shared my insecurities with my friends and received an outpouring of support and encouragement. I talked to my therapist about how to be more proactive about rather than reactive to my anxiety. I realized part of my exhaustion was because in a bid to cut back on caffeine I switched from sodas and coffee (it's a work in progress lol) during the day to a "stress relief" herbal tea recommended by my mama. Turns out my mama's idea of "stress relief" is to take a nap b/c the tea she brought me was a bedtime tea containing valerian, lavender, and chamomile lol. I handled the inevitability of my empty nest with the utmost grace and dignity by cuddling the fuck out of my kids and making them look at their old baby pictures with me. 

Don't get me wrong it was still a rough week, but I managed it to the best of my ability and now, instead of dwelling on it as I would have in the past (from within the confines of my blanket burrito), I'm learning from the positives and letting the rest go. 

I'm also actively pursuing having a better week this week. Instead of just hoping for better days, I'm putting in place some fail safes like things to look forward to (such as evening walks with my daughters) mini goals I know I'll accomplish (like dropping off  the bag of clothes I've been meaning to donate to the DV shelter) and scheduled time to do something nice just for me (manicure Monday is a go!) so I can get some positive emotions and experiences throughout the week.

I'm also starting my day meditation and affirmation. My kids are out of school for the summer and the absence of the get ready for school rush means my mornings just got a lot less hectic. The slower (and later) start to the day means I can take some "me time" in the morning. Ten minutes of peace and quiet, a nice cup of coffee tea meditation and affirmation. It may not sound like much but I feel like it'll help me get my day off the on the right foot.

I know you can google "daily affirmations" and get back a bazillion results. I know this, because that's exactly what I did. Then I took those as inspirations and made my own. 

And now I'm inviting you guys to do the same. You don't have to make graphics like I did (even though they're super easy. I just went to Buffer.com and used their Pablo tool). You can write your affirmations on a Post-It, index card, or piece of notebook paper. They can follow a theme (such as self-love) or cover a variety of topics as long as they speak to your spirit. You can do your affirmations in the morning, or on your lunch break or even as part of nightly routine. All I want is for each and every one of you to take a moment out of your day to tell yourself something that makes you feel good, helps you grow, or furthers your purpose. 

Leave a comment letting me know what your personal affirmations are. I'd love to cheer you on and create a circle of support so we can get this week started right!

XOXO,
Dylan

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You are what you think you are. 

Yeah, I know that totally sounds like some new age, law of attraction, power of positive thinking blah,blah, blah but hear me out. As part of my year of yes I'm examining how self perception and internal dialogue impact my future goals and current circumstances. 

I put a lot of labels on myself. I'm a mother. I'm an introvert. I'm a writer. I'm a makeup addict. I'm a reality tv junkie. I'm a procrastinator. I'm super sensitive. I'm a coffee snob. I'm a realistic optimist. I'm a million and three things and not all of them are complimentary but they're all me. Or at least, they're all how I think of myself. And that begs a few questions:

  • Are these labels accurate?
  • Where did they come from? (Me, family, friends, exes, co-workers, ect)
  • Do they serve a positive purpose or carry negative connotations?
  • Are they hurtful or helpful?
  • Would I allow or want anyone else to call me these things?
  • Which ones can I or should I let go?
These are just a few of the questions this whole process has brought up for me and some of the answers have been eye opening. I've realized just how much of my self perception is influenced by what other people say to and about me. I've realized how often I say things to and about myself I'd never allow anyone else to get away with saying. 

I also realized that a lot of my labels are self fulfilling prophecies.

I've claimed the label of procrastinator so when I put things off no one, including me, is surprised. By saying "I'm a procrastinator" I've given myself permission to continue a behavior that doesn't serve me. 

I've claimed the label of insomniac so when I stay up til dark thirty in the morning reading, writing, or whatever before I even try getting some sleep, it's not because of the caffeine I've mainlined all day, or the fact that I won't put down my tablet and turn off the light, or that three hour nap I took in the middle day. Nope, it's because I'm an insomniac. 

I've claimed the label of technologically challenged so whenever anything vaguely tech related acts up, I typically give up about 0.5 seconds before deciding I can't fix it and calling someone who can. 

Being aware is the first step towards change. Now that I know what I'm doing, I'm mindful of using more positive, affirming, language and labels. Now that I know better, I'm determined to do better. 

So what about you guys? What labels are you living up (or down) to? What are you speaking into existence and is it positive or negative? How's your internal dialogue? 

XOXO,
Dylan


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Hey guys! How about a round of applause for me actually getting a post up on schedule!  Go me!

Moving on from patting myself on the back, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the weather's getting warmer and someone stole an entire hour of sleep from me. All of this can only mean one thing: Spring has sprung. A lot of us welcome the change in season by breaking out the broom and banishing dust bunnies that *cough* somehow accumulated during the winter months.  As an unapologetic "neat freak" I'm a big fan of spring cleaning but this year I decided to switch it up a bit and not just clear out the clutter in my closet (bye jeans that haven't fit in five years and make me feel bad) but also take inventory of my personal life and figure out if there were relationships I was holding onto relationships I'd outgrown along with that 90's era Blossom hat with the fake daisy in the middle. .

The bad news? I totally have some cleaning to do in my personal life.  The good news? I can totally do this. I will adult and I will adult like Auntie Iyanla sat down and personally fixed my life.

As far as relationships go, once you reach a certain age for some of us it gets harder to make friends so we're kind of loathe to let go of the ones we have, even if the friendship isn't so friendly anymore. For me personally, my social anxiety, awkwardness, bouts of agoraphobia and tendency to be introverted almost to hermit-like levels make IRL, in person friendships a lot more difficult. I have a huge social circle but that's mostly because I live around family and have a million and three cousins. The  majority of my friends are old connections from college or high school. I'm fortunate that most of those friendships have grown with me, but there's one in particular that hasn't and it's a problem.

I've known X since high school and over the years we've gone from being like two peas in a pod to being more like oil and water.  It's not that either of us are bad people, it's that the adults we've become have next to nothing in common. We disagree about politics, social policy, parenting, television, books, movies, music...you name it and we're on opposite sides.  And it's draining because it makes pretty every interaction we have an exercise in avoiding conversational landmines. We're pretty much down to talking about coffee and the weather.

And coffee is getting dangerously close to being a problem because really, what kind of person prefers decaf? Decaf. That's just brown water.

But back to the point: We struggle to get along and our interactions are rarely pleasant. We don't fight, exactly. We just disagree and then are really, really polite.  You know, like Stepford Wives that are planning a murder.  The tension between us is so bad other people, including my kids, have picked up on it.  I can't imagine X is any happier in our current situation than I am but neither of us has been willing to bite the bullet and end the friendship because we've got over 20 years of history together. What kind of awful person throws away a 20 year friendship, right?

I guess I'm that kind of awful person because that's what I'm doing. I don't look at it as throwing X away, though. I'm not going to go "ghost" and just stop returning calls and block X on my social media. I'm not going to spread rumors or talk badly about X to mutual friends. I'm not going to place blame or be cruel or catty. I'm going to treat X with the respect and consideration they deserve.  I appreciate who X was to me in the past and I'm grateful for the good times we had but letting go with grace and thankfulness is, to me, a better alternative than allowing our relationship to continue to deteriorate to the point where we really can't stand each other. I'm not fooling myself into thinking it'll be easy. I'm fully aware this will be difficult but growth and change isn't always easy but it is essential.

At this point in my life, for the person I want to be, any relationship that's dysfunctional and disruptive to my spirit is a relationship that either has to change or has to go. The people we allow into our space can influence our mental and emotional health and well being. When it's in my power and control, I'm choosing for those influences to be positive, nurturing, and supportive. That's the type of energy I want to give and receive. That may sound selfish, but I look at it as a form of self-care.

I have plans for coffee tomorrow with X. I'll let you guys know how things go.

Switching gears from personal to professional, I'm slowly but surely plugging away at my projects. In the interest of being less scattered and focused, I've decided to dedicate part of Friday's blog entries to posting a snippet of what I worked on during the week.  In order to be more accountable, I'm also am going to post my daily word count totals on my social media accounts, so if you guys see me slacking you have my permission to kick me in the rear!

I'm also thinking about trying out Scrivner because two of the most talented and fabulous authors I know, Vanessa North and Megan Erickson swear it'll change my writing life for the better. It looks so complicated though and I'm intimidated, so the jury is still out. I'll let you guys know if I give it a go.

Welp, that's all I got for this Monday.  I hope you are inspired to clean out your clutter, whether it's physical or emotional and that we all accomplish our goals for the week!

XOXO,
Dylan

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Celebrate good times, come on!  It's done, guys.  After spending the last couple of weeks tweaking everything until it was just so, my blog makeover is finally done. I found a new template, changed the color scheme, used my limited photo editing skills and created a header, completely overhauled the book page and made a shiny new author bio/faq page that has some random fun facts about your girl. Check it out and please let me know if you think all my hard work payed off. 

Why the makeover?  Well, in keeping with my Year of Yes, I'm increasing my social media presence. I've already made some progress on Twitter, Tumblr and Facebook, and I'm slowly figuring out Pinterest (we won't talk about Instagram. Seriously, let's just...not talk about IG).

That brings us to this blog. I started this blogging in July and I have a whopping five posts.  That is beyond trifling and I'm committed to getting it together.  The first step in that plan is setting up a regular posting schedule. You guys can look forward to three posts a week from me on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays with the following format:

  • Monday Motivation: Monday posts will be my weekly "Motivator" where I lay out my plans for the week, writing goals, talk about any progress I've made or roadblocks I've run into with my work, recap my weekend and hook you guys up with whatever motivational words, music, movies, books or self-care tips are feeding my soul at the moment.
  • Wednesday Wisdom: Wednesday will be my mid-week review where I check in, give a progress update and talk about whatever's caught my attention at the moment and invite you all to chime in and discuss.  
  • Friday Fangasm: Friday is for fandom!  And by fandom I mean it's going to be where I hysterically break down over calmly discuss my reaction to the latest episodes of Scandal and How To Get Away With Murder (or whatever else I'm watching), point you in the direction of content creators (authors, bloggers, directors, actors, ect) that you should check out and show a little love and support to, Squee over books I've read, talk about whatever fandom related shenanigans are occurring in the fandoms relevant to my interests, and post either a snippet of one of WIPs, or a new fanfic/ficlet and give the week's accountability check. 
Sound good?  Great, let's begin.  *rubs hands together*  It's Monday so here's what's happening this week:

Life Comes At You Fast

Since I'm no longer working I've found that I am REALLY bad at time management when left to my own devices.  Basically, unscheduled me is up all day and half the night without accomplishing anything of worth.  I have all this stuff I need to do and somehow never seem to get any of it done despite having pretty much the entire day to myself.  The problem is I have the best of intentions, but I get distracted, tell myself I'll do it later and then look up and the whole day is gone.  

To combat the ~ooh shiny, castle~ thing I've got going on, I filled out a calendar and made myself a schedule.  Everything from mundane household chores to writing now has a dedicated time. I know to some of you that sounds restrictive and horrible but I feel so much less pressure now knowing needs to be done and when to do it.  My anxiety level has gone down from a 20 to a manageable 8. Structure is, apparently, a thing that I need. Who knew?

Thankfully I learned that lesson just in time because this week will be busy, busy, busy.  My kids both have to go to the doctor AND the dentist, and I have a therapy on top of that.  If that weren't enough, my little one, who really isn't so little anymore, will officially be a teenager on Thursday.  How Sway?  I don't know where the time went. One minute her foot fit in the palm of my hand and the next I go to hug her and she's taller than me (What part of the game is that? Who gave her permission to outgrow me?) In lieu of a party, since she doesn't want one, I'm taking her and her sister for a day of pampering. Nails done, toes done, facials, a little shopping and then out to eat. I just...my baby is growing up.  It's almost enough to make me want another one. Don't side-eye me like that, I said almost.  

Writing goals:  I'm working on An Inconvenient Arrangement.  I fail miserably at word count goals (I've tried. It's...it's a no good, very bad, terrible time for all involved) but chapter goals seem to work out well for me so I'm aiming at writing three chapters this week and having the first draft done by the end of March. (ZOMG I just set a deadline!) Now that you know what I have on tap, tell me about you. I'm listening and I'm interested. 

Weekend Wrap-Up:  I did nothing and it was glorious.  I ate ALL THE THINGS, slept in late, watched Food Network, posted a little on social media and generally was a useless lump.  I repeat, it was GLORIOUS.  What did you guys get up to this weekend?  Spill the tea, I'm thirsty.

Soul Food: One of the things I'm giving greater focus in 2016 is self-care.  I'm forever telling my friends and family to take care of themselves and treat themselves gently but I suck at taking my own advice.  I have a habit of putting myself last on my list. That position must change.  This year, I'm making time for me. Caring for my mind, body and spirit will be priority, rather than an afterthought. If I'm exhausted and empty, I'm not my best self.  I deserve to be my best self, not just so that I can be the best mother, partner, daughter, friend, neighbor and citizen to the people in my life, but because I deserve to be my best self.  That's a profound realization when it hits you, ya'll.  Realizing you deserve to be your best because you deserve it. You, no one else, you.  Think on that. Let it roll around in your brain for minute.  Get comfortable with it.  Now, go forth and put that word into your deeds and your day.

One of the things I'm doing in pursuit of my best self is starting morning meditation.  I found this YouTube video that's a guided morning meditation.  It's only ten minutes and I feel like it'll help me slow down, take a moment and start my day with intention and clarity.  I'm new to meditation so it'll be an interesting experience.  How many of you guys meditate?  What works (or doesn't) for you?

And there we have it people. That's this week's Monday Motivation.  What's yours? What are your professional goals for this week?  How are you putting yourself first?  Let me know in the comments!


XOXO,
Dylan

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I'm currently reading "Year of Yes" by Shonda Rhimes as part of a commitment to, quite literally, get my life.  The book is fabulous and I highly recommend it but this blog entry isn't me reviewing Shonda's book, it's me reviewing me.

I know I'm a month early for conversations about resolutions and lifestyle changes but hear me out. Every year on my birthday I take stock of the year I had.  I think about what brought me joy, what brought me pain, the lessons I learned and the ones I missed.  I look at the year that passed and the person I started the year as and who I ended up becoming in that time and figure out what I want to bring with me into the next year of my life and what I let go of and leave in the past.

I started doing this when I spent my 24th birthday pregnant and alone.  Let me clarify that before any of you make assumptions.  I have and have always had several football teams worth of family members within walking distance at any given moment.  My father had 14 brothers and sisters and my mother had 11.  I have enough cousins to populate a small country and I'm extremely close to quite a few of them.  My parents, for every rough patch we've ever had, will run to me faster than Flo Jo and Carl Lewis if I ever say "I need you."  I had friends—the ones you can depend on (to quote Houdini)—and "friends" that smiled in my face but all the time wanted to take my place (to quote the O'Jays).  I also had my oldest daughter with me and my little brother hadn't passed away yet and we were closer than two peas in a pod. So my being alone wasn't about literally having no one, it was about what I was feeling and going through at the time.

I was seven months pregnant, on the heels of a very nasty break up that left me with very little other than a broken heart, broken spirit, a beautiful daughter and another on the way. I wasn't working, I was living with my parents and I was deeply, deeply ashamed of who I'd become and how far I'd fallen.  In the middle of eating a red velvet cupcake and crying I promised myself that I'd be in a better place by my next birthday.  

And so began my personal year in review.  

Well, yesterday was my birthday.  As per tradition, I had a red velvet cupcake and took an honest look at my life.  It's a lot better than it was at 24 but there's still room for improvement.  One of those areas is my tendency to yes to everyone but myself.

My mom needs me to do something for her?  Absolutely, yes.
My daddy needs something?  It's done.
My children ask me if I can do, be, make, come to, ect?  Mama makes it happen.
My family needs (not wants lol) me to help? Tell me when and where.
My friends are going through it and need me?  I'm coming through w/the 'S' on my chest.

I want something? — Record scratch.

I can't really...
I'm not sure if...
I don't think...
I wish I could but...

Saying yes to myself is never my first response.  Which is surprising, given that I feel I've come a long way in the whole "respect your worth/recognize your value" journey.  At 37, (Lawdhammercy 40 is waiting on me at the door!) I can't imagine allowing myself to be brought to the low place I inhabited at 24.  You don't get to harm me and I remain silent.  You don't get to hurt me and I make excuses.  You don't get to dehumanize and devalue me and I accept it as "an issue" you're working on. You don't get to betray me, and I continue to set a place for you at my table.  I have learned a measure of self care, is what I'm saying.

But I realized yesterday that I need to take it further.  

In her book Shonda Rhimes talks about her sister planting the seed that started her on her journey by pointing out that Shonda "Never says yes to anything."  She had invites to go there, do this, speak here, and she turned them all down.  Now, she felt she had her reasons (she was introverted, she has social anxiety, she had children to raise and an empire to build) but what it came down to, the truth beneath the lies she told herself was that she was afraid.

And I get that, because so am I.  And over the years I'd told myself the same lies to justify why "no" was my default response when it came to my needs, wants, desires and opportunities.

Introvert? Check.
Anxiety? Check.
"Single Mom"? Check (Ya'll know why those quotes are there, right?)
"Too busy"? Check

It's not that those things weren't (and in some cases are still) true. It was that, at the core, those aren't the reasons I said (and continue to say) no when it comes to me.

The truth is I am afraid of failing.
I am afraid of being found lacking.
I am afraid of not being accepted.
I am afraid of not being good enough. 

These are not easy truths to tell myself, about myself. 

But they are my truths. And I have to embrace them and acknowledge them if I'm going to change them or at the very least, learn to walk in them comfortably.

And here's where all that ties into my writing. 

I've always wanted to be a writer. Not a singer, not a dancer, (except for that brief period where I wanted to be a ballerina which...whew. Not with my ability to trip over air lol)  not an actress, but a writer.  Over the years I've talked myself out of it a hundred times for a hundred different reasons but at the end of the day, the truth is I'm afraid. As long as I'm an "aspiring" author, I can't be a failed author.  As long as I'm forever working on this novel or outlining that story, I don't have to worry about rejection.  I can't be rejected by publishers if I never send them a manuscript.  I can't be told "you can't sit with us" by fellow authors if I never walk up to the table.  I can't disappoint and disgust readers if I never put any out any material. 

Sure, I'll never win the race if I don't come out of the starting blocks but I'll also never lose the race if I'm not a participant. 

The stone, cold truth is I've kept myself in limbo.  I start projects and don't finish them.  I rarely talk about my writing projects with anyone. I don't share my writing with anyone (I don't ask for help, I don't ask for feedback, I don't join writing groups) unless it's fanfic and even then I just post and slink quietly away (no promo, no asking for beta readers, just...yeah).  I do all the prep (research, plotting, outlining, character boards, character profiles, world building) start writing...and then abandon it.  

I never finish.

And I always have a "good" reason.

My muse left me.
I got this other great idea that I just HAVE to work on right now.
I'm going through _____ right now and writing isn't a priority.
I've lost my mojo for this story.

And on, and on and on the excuses go.

But the reality is, I am afraid of finishing.  I am afraid of putting myself out there. I am afraid of my dream going down in a hail of one star reviews from disgruntled readers and snickers and crickets from underwhelmed peers.  

If I say yes I can and yes I will...then I might fail.
Or disappoint someone.
Or embarrass myself.
Or get it wrong.
Or get it right and create expectation.
Or...
Or...
Or...

The possibilities are endless.  And I'm worse case scenario kind of girl (my anxiety and depression manifest in some serious catastrophic thinking, ya'll) so of course, it's always the least favorable outcome that I visualize coming true.

But, the thing is, I didn't say yes last year, not really.  Sure, I did some things, took some "serious" steps like setting up a social media presence and awkward turtling my way into some friendships with fellow writers.  I even swallowed my fear and panic and wrote a guest book review for a friend's blog.  I also let a few of my offline people (okay fine, three and one of them is my therapist) know that I'm writing again in a half ass effort at some accountability but I did everything but write consistently.  I did everything but finish.  

So, like Shonda, I'm spending the next year saying yes. 

Not to everything and everyone mind you, lol.  Just...I'm opening myself to opportunity.  I'm saying yes and allowing for the possibility of both failure and success.  

This time next year I will not be an "aspiring" author with books "coming soon."

This time next year I will be an author with a body of published work.

I am scared as hell...but I am still saying yes.





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Dylan is a pop culture geek with Southern roots and Northwest sensibilities. She explores issues such as positive representation for marginalized identities in romance novels, misogyny on soap operas, and mental health. Dylan owns the online boutique House of St. Jaymes and is currently working on several LGBTQIA+ romance novels, a collection of essays, and a series of short stories. When not writing, designing, or watching trashy reality tv, she is a work-from-home mother of two, loving daughter, and day 1 member of the Beyhive.


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