Grounding: Personal Experience and the Science Behind “Walking in the Grass”

Root Chakra imbalance. Jet lag. A panic attack. What do these experiences have in common? They each show through a lack of being grounded, unstable emotions, blurred awareness. Have you experienced any of these? If so, you are not alone. I too, have experienced these imbalances.

You may be thinking, how can someone who practices yoga and meditation, a calm person filled with positive energy experience these types of disconnects and imbalances? The season changes, career changes, relationship changes, time zone changes all bring about certain exchanges of energy. Even through the practice of prayer, meditation and mindfulness, and awareness of emotions, the strong pull of the changing energy is overwhelming. And I breakdown. It’s through these breakdowns, I become stronger, more grounded in my faith, and create more awareness in my emotional stability.

The physical practice of grounding is touching the earth and feeling that connection to the earth is called earthing. This connection allows you to be fully present with your body and recharges your electrical system. This practices allows you to recharge your energy, to calm your emotions, clear your mind, and strengthen your overall awareness.

Allow me to share three personal experiences of how “walking on the grass” has helped me re-connect and re-establish a sense of calmness, comfort, and connectedness.

ROOT CHAKRA & THE POWER OF WALKING IN THE GRASS

This past spring was a season of change…specifically with my career and relationships. During a private sound healing session, my teacher mentioned I had a disconnect in my root chakra. An imbalance in the root chakra signifies a disconnect between family and friends. I sought guidance through a Spiritual Coach who, through several therapy sessions, has guided me through affirmations and meditations. These two mentors also encouraged me to connect with nature. I was lacking connection and mental clarity. Admitting I needed help was the hardest part. I thought I was strong enough to handle it on my own. I began to take walks in the grass. It was after these walks, I felt more alive and calmer in my decision making. Walking barefoot also has added benefit of massaging acupuncture points in your feet like in reflexology.

The authors of Earthing explain:

Earthing naturally protects the body’s delicate bioelectrical circuitry against static electrical charges and interference. Most importantly, it facilitates the reception of free electrons and the stabilizing electrical signals and energy of the Earth. Earthing remedies an electrical instability and electron deficiency you never knew you had. It refills and recharges your body with something you never knew you were missing … or needed.

JET LAG & HOW I ADJUST

My second experience is jet lag. Jet lag is a sleep disorder caused by a change/travel between time zones. Being up in the air and crossing time zones has a crazy impact on my body’s orientation. To combat my sleepiness and to re-orient my body to the present time zone, I have a routine of going to bed early, exercising, and walking around in the grass barefoot (I wish Nebraska had beaches!) . I also allow myself time to adjust by just being still in my new environment, knowing it’s normal to feel lethargic and irritable. Earthing has played a significant part in the transition process.

PANIC ATTACKS & COMING BACK TO CALMNESS

The final experience that I used grounding to help me de-stress and lower blood pressure was during a recent panic attack. At first I didn’t know what was happening (it was the most out of body experience). I began to sweat and grip the car seat, I had trouble breathing and I couldn’t think clearly. I was shaking. The events earlier in the day were just too much to handle and I felt trapped in my thoughts, I couldn’t express how the feeling began. All I knew was I needed to just sit in the grass. That’s all I could connect with that would solve the attack. My energy levels had hit rock bottom, combined with jet lag and grief. I couldn’t remain composed any longer.

Once I was able to get to the grass, I felt so silly saying that I needed to walk in the grass, but the instant calm, the grounding, the focus, the clarity that washed over me, I knew it was what I needed. Sometimes more medical attention is needed for a panic attack- but this is just my personal experience. My body knew what I needed somehow in my mental instability I was able to process that it was an energetic imbalance.

So how does “walking in the grass” help us reconnect and re-establish a grounding in our body, our mind, and spirit? According to the Chopra Center, “You have lost your electrical roots, so to speak. You’re disconnected, and this disconnection may be a seriously overlooked cause of human pain and discomfort and the steeply rising incidence of chronic illness worldwide.” Grounding or earthing can help decrease levels of pain and inflammation, reduce stress levels, and improve circulation.

How can you ground yourself to the Earth? From my personal experience, walking barefoot in the grass or on concrete barefoot for even just 15 minutes a day can significantly help create more mind-body connection and provide a sense of calm. Other ways to ground, include walking barefoot on a sandy beach, or in a forest.

This past week has been a whirlwind of jet lag, change, grief and emotion, but when these feelings start to trigger discomfort, I know that reconnecting with the earth will help soothe the pain and discomfort.

Have you tried grounding? Let me know in the comments below. I’d love to hear from you!

Namaste,

Megan

Interested in a career in health and wellness? Check out my alma mater, Institute for Integrative Nutrition.

Degraves Street: cafes galore in Melbourne

A street lined with cafes, it’s hard to choose…simply walk and find. Stroll through cool graffiti walls and outdoor patios in the first section, keep going and find a plethora of nooks, each serving their own twist on breakfast, brunch, and lunch.

Definitely find a spot serving avo smash. And get a coffee or latte and read the afternoon away.

I found the perfect place, ordered a latte (or maybe I had two) and listened to country music while reading all afternoon. Perfect way to spend a wintery July day in this city!

Vietnam, your coffee is the best.

Deep Breaths. Vietnam, your humid tropical ocean air smells heavenly. Walking through a market of colors and chaos, this is what I love. No concrete, just dirt and freshness. I buy lychees and mangosteens. The lady sees my tattoos and grabs my wrist. I tell her “reir” means “to laugh” in Spanish and she takes a pen and paper and writes it down. A lady on a scooter pulls ip to the stand with two kids on the back. She gets a bag of mangos. A taxi dropped me off, but I decide to walk back to the hotel to take in the sites of people going about on a Saturday morning, and take moments to read what I don’t understand and breathe air whose scent and flavor is unexpected.

I sit in a garden cafe and think I feel more myself in a place I don’t know, eating food prepared by smiling faces and exotic accents, and drinking the best coffee of life. Vietnamese coffee, you have my heart. I ordered (My Quang) Vietnamese noodles with spices, herbs, beef, eggs, and peanuts in a mild broth with an iced coffee.

And I begin to relax and unwind, my mind clears and my words flow.

For some reason as I sit the tune from “Beauty and the Beast” enters. I want adventure in the great wide somewhere, I want more that I can tell. 

And I got it. In the most everyday appreciations, in places I thought I could only dream about. It’s in the street signs of accents and characters, the sign-language mime language I’ve adopted, the lush gardens and palm trees, the low roar of motorbikes and intuitions of drivers letting me cross the street, the sweet iced Vietnamese coffee and the shyness of the staff trying to use their English to help me, its the crash of the waves against the sand of a dozen different shades of blues, greens, and grays.

Sometimes you just need a change of scenery, pace, and routine… and that’s what I got during this brief getaway to Danang. Even though the hotel and beach were crowded with tourists and the weekend went too fast for adequate exploring, the escape from the concrete jungle was welcomed.

 

***After this hiatus of writing, I reflect on my notes I wrote on a hotel notepad. This trip to Danang, Vietnam was taken in May 2017 during a long weekend holiday for Dragon Boat Festival. And somehow time gets away and I’ve been in a writer’s funk, but on this sweltering summer day in Shanghai, I catch up on the past few months of travel and life.*** 

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Beautiful People. Beautiful World.

I have a lot to say about my time in Gili Air and Padang Bai, Bali so I’ve decided to break down my thoughts and pictures into parts. Places and times may be intertwined due to the subject matter.

Part 1.

People. No matter where I go in the world I meet people. And they are beautiful. Each of them. Just look into a stranger’s eyes next time you pass them on the street; are they blue, or green, or the deepest brown? Are there wrinkles in their forehead or a smile on their face? This time traveling I met a people that brightened my day, encouraged me, inspired me, and showed me how beautiful complete strangers really are. Here is a bit about some people I met on this trip…

Ketut, Miar and Kadek. The staff at the Lemon House Padang Bai. Welcomed me with open arms in their airy hostel atop the hill. Helped arrange a taxi for me and transportation to the harbor. They were so friendly and greeted me each morning for breakfast. They were always smiling! 

Miar took me to the beach the first day and introduced me to her mother and sister, Deni who had a Wareong on the beach with the best coconut pancakes and mango juice. Miar’s mom also sold me beautiful sarongs!
Hayley. I don’t have any pictures with her. But I walked into the hostel dorm the first night and was like have you eaten? She showed me the Wareong that she discovered while staying in Padang Bai. We ate there then got happy hour drinks. Back in the UK she was a massage therapist so often times she gave tourists and travelers massages. She told me her stories about working on Gili Meno and making breakfast and tending to a hostel as part of a Work Away project. The past week she had been getting her PADI dive certification in Padang Bai before touring around Bali then hopefully moving to Australia. 
Wir. My friend’s brother-in-law’s friend. He worked at the Unzipped Cottages on Gili Air. He made me laugh…always asked how I was and if I needed anything. We chatted at the Unzipped bar on Christmas night in between him making drinks for other guests.  The playlist he was jammin’ too was stellar. Kygo. Bob Marley. Doesn’t get much better for island jams.

Jess is the Yoga teacher at Blue Marine Dive Resort. She had been living in Bali…but before New York and originally from Boston…and now she lives on Gili Air. Maite is the second teacher, from Spain.

she makes her own Coconut Oil on Gili Air!
had to take a picture~
Corinne. A traveler like me. She spent the last year backpacking and hitchhiking around Australia and now was traveling throughout Indonesia.  This is how we met…I was riding my bike through the thick sand and fell off…pretty sure I squawked or something and she turned around and saw me fall…asked if I was ok… silly me for falling off my bike, but great to meet a new friend! Then we walked and rode around the island…watched the sunset-(she looks at the sun and sky like me~) listened to acoustic music at a beach bar- and ate! The next day we went on a boat tour and snorkeled around the island. Beautiful day. Stunning water. How fun it is to meet someone to share travel experiences with and swap stories! Ate pizza at a fun Wareong that night and in the morning watched the sunrise before I left back to Bali. She had amazing stories of walking and camping along the beaches south of Perth, working on a small tour/snorkel boat in the Great Barrier Reef, and so many more! So inspiring. Wow.

She’s so fun!

pretty sure I took a picture of my water and then
our drinks together
so it didn’t look like we drank alone!

Gemma and Courtney. My Australian girls. I walked into the hostel dorm (I don’t know why I always say have you eaten, but I guess food is common ground, right?) around 2 or so I think. We bonded over our obsession with Mango juice and then realized that we all love dessert too. Seriously. They are the funniest girls! We had a blast on the beach and walking around and eating pancakes (and other stuff) and sharing life stories. The two had been friends since the beginning of High School…and they are my brother’s age. So admirable how Gemma has been traveling SouthEast Asia by herself and now Courtney joined her in Bali. Both are so talented in drawing…painting…Gemma worked in a local coffee shop and ice-cream parlor and being an assistant leader for outdoor ed trips (how they met in HS) and Courtney is a dance instructor…she explained it to me in detail. They are from Adelaide and I must go see them…being as I have never been to the Land Down Under and…they would be the best tour guides, taking me off the beaten track where tourists don’t go… What carefree spirits these two are!

Mrs. Pancake!

Gemma: Look at the Moon!!!
Loes. She is from Holland and traveling with her boyfriend from Switzerland. We chatted a few times throughout our few days stay. I took her to the Yoga Bale on Thursday evening. 
Kimberley is the yoga teacher at the Yoga Bale in Padang Bai…she makes batik clothing to take back and sell in the states…she lives in Bali and in Maine.
Nofi was Naya Resto’s manager…she was the sweetest! She asked me my name and I asked hers back… I wished her a Happy New Year…I went here a few times for mango juice and she always remembered to make it without sugar. 🙂
Warti. The lady who gave me a pedicure on New Year’s Eve. Her daughter Della is 7 1/2 years old. Adorable. We chatted. Previously she had contracts in the Maldives at the Jumeirah resorts and in the Seychelles at the Hilton (I used to work at the Hilton in Omaha, NE!) as a massage therapist. She told me the islands are so beautiful and she really like the work there, but it was too difficult now with her daughter. Her husband has passed when her daughter was only 23 days old in a motorbike accident. The strength shone in her eyes and she still smiles. Absolutely beautiful.
~Cheers to all of you beautiful people~ Your smiles and laughter~ 
I’m so glad I met you on Gili or Bali~ To those shop owners, baristas, waiters, crew-members, passerby’s whose name I didn’t mention… You were apart of my time here as well~

At the back of a convenience store…

December 20th 2014~

I found the best place. At the back of a convenience store. Cheap t-shirts, toilet paper and other toiletry items on shelves, along with cookies and other traditional Makassar snacks surrounded the inside. And at the back…a Roastery! I was able to spend a few minutes chatting with the man behind the counter, while his partner poured grounds into packaging bags for sale. The grounds were bought from a farmer in Toraja, an area in the northern part of the island of South Sulawesi. The farm is naturally organic and noncommercial. Something he stated was very rare and Indonesia needed to preserve this aspect as the demand for higher quality coffee increases. Each island of Indonesia produces their own kind of coffee; i.e. Sumatra, Java…Toraja. Amazing. He let me sample a cup. And it was wonderful. I am so excited about my find and…I’m excited to buy some and bring some back to share!

Spent Saturday hanging by a hotel pool for the afternoon. We only paid 40,000Rp. Soaked up some pre-Bali sunshine and relaxed. Watched the Sunset on both Saturday and Sunday evenings. Stunning.

Monday, I hung out and packed my things. I am heading to Bali tomorrow to celebrate Christmas and New Year’s.

perk of being below the equator?
it’s almost summertime…
the days are getting longer!
Friday night hang out…
beachside rooftop restaurant…
cold beer and chicken wings…
and rice.

blue skies…

if you look close enough
there are about 10 guys staring at my friend and I
…construction may not be finished anytime soon

these kiddos made my Saturday night at the gym so much fun!

I can read “Coffee” in 4 of the languages…
English
Bahasa
Chinese
Korean

M is for…Makassar!

Homemade Coconut Oil, Star Cake, and Christmas Cuteness.

Homemade coconut oil. Made by my friend’s friend on one of the furthest eastern most islands in Indonesia called Kepulauan.  Here coconuts grow in abundance. The smell is sweet and fragrant. The texture works like a dream when doing the oil treatment on my hair. I’m slightly obsessed. I love coconut oil…I have missed using it the past couple of months. And one of the nice perks? Only the equivalent of $5. Fabulous. Sealed in a plastic bottle; pre-export sale.

Printed off pictures today for a gift. The total? 19,500rp. I gave a 20,000. For my change they gave me candy because they didn’t have a 500 available…this also happens at Indomart. They just add in a small candy bar to make the total even. Change is sometimes not readily available or the total is slightly “uneven.”
Christmas party at school this past Saturday. Serious Christmas cuteness and fun. Observed my little kids for a coloring contest. I played them Pentatonix and other Christmas music. 
Sunday afternoon my roommates and I hosted a get-together at our house. We actually have a lot of open space. Sometimes our ideas of parties vary, but everyone seemed to enjoy the afternoon fun even though it wasn’t a “wild and crazy” time. It was nice to actually have a conversation with other expats that wasn’t at a bar scene. I met a couple other people who like to be chill and not go out so much.
Monday morning. My neighbor gave me a star cake. The guys who sell sticker wallpaper asked for their picture to be taken. All before 9a.m…on the way to the gym.

Tuesday.Wednesday.Thursday.Friday …classes and countdown to vacation!!! I’m ready for a refresher and a break…I think it stems from knowing I have time off so I just get antsy. Last year I had no time off so I could not prepare for any type of break. This year…I have some things planned so I am ready to go!
my cafe people know me too well…
no donuts the other day…
“Miss, have a cream puff…”

Merry Christmas!

Simple things…
like fancy candles.

“Small Star” level
Achievement Ceremony

"That’s Christmas To Me…."

Midweek blog post…

Pentatonix. It’s my favorite Christmas music. Ever. Seriously. One day I will see them live! Just incredible talent and harmonies. Beautiful. Their songs have been on repeat. All week.

“That’s Christmas To Me”…I discovered this today, on a Monday morning while lesson planning for class…I had to stop and let the words soak in. Simple things in life. Joy of Family. Christmas song in my heart. Candles blowing in the dark…

…I begin to make my own list.

Melting hearts with sweet words. Cafes adorned in red, green, and gold. Glittery lights reflecting the pavement making their own shine. Random Christmas tunes blasting from a streaming station. Secret Christmas wishes. Laughter. Surprise cards and postcards in the mail.

You see this is my second Christmas (in a row) that I have been overseas… to be honest it’s one of the toughest things about being abroad…Yes, day to day events can be challenging and living abroad is often a foreign concept…missing the holidays is hard to understand…no I cannot just hop on a plane and come home…there are costs involved and a mental preparedness to have… missing the holidays…the traditions…the get-togethers…the coziness of home and heart…and family. All of us together. That’s what is tough. Maybe we only see each other a few times a year and that’s why it’s programmed that I should be home. 
It got me thinking…Christmas Day is One Day..One Day that I would give anything to be home for. But Christmas is more than One Day. It’s an event. Of Love. Of grace. Of a miracle. Of a Father’s unconditional love showering a fallen world. It’s the Day He sent His Son. Christmas isn’t just about being home and celebrating One Day…it’s a reminder that we should be celebrating everyday and not just the One Day. 
We should be celebrating the life that He has given us and celebrating living it to the fullest. Celebrating with friends who have become our family, celebrating with foreign peoples, celebrating and communing with Him. Thanking Him that Christmas doesn’t just stop at One Day…but continues throughout the days, the weeks, the months, the year, and eternity. 
My Christmas happens everyday, in the smallest miracles, the acts of love, and the warm fuzzies in my heart…my Christmas happens when I come home in the spring, summer, or fall…my Christmas doesn’t have to be white with snow, my Christmases are rainy, sunny, hot, and cold…Christmas is so much more than One Day of gathering, stockings, gifts, perfect glistening snow, bells ringing, hot chocolate, and city walking under the silent starry nights…My Christmas happens when I am in an unknown place with a peace in my heart, or when I am hugging the ones I love…Christmas is found in my (and your) heart…a place that beats with life, a place I (you) can find anytime…anyplace…And That’s Christmas to me. 

What is Christmas to you?










Sweet rains. Sweet Mangoes.

Rainy Saturday December 6th.. I put on “Little Drummer Boy” by Pentatonix. It reminds me of running on the path through the rice fields and banana trees in Taiwan on Christmas Day. Sweet Memories. And they did a cover of “Rather Be.” So listen up. Oh and! one of the best versions of “Let It Go.”

This afternoon on my way to the gym, I passed by the usual group of onlookers from the motorcycle repair shop who always smile and wave and say “hellloooo misses.” They were gathered around eating and motioned for me to come over and have some of their fried food and chili sauce. Sat with them for a few moments and ate, then went on my way… Gotta love these random happy moments of “this is my life…”
Weird week. Power Outages. Sleepless nights and late mornings. Immigration meetings. Work training. Student threw up in class on Monday. Observation and new assistant for my 4 and 5 year olds. Thank goodness. Less stressful. Good feedback. Director likes my enthusiasm and my meticulous/particular organization. Cool rains. Cool breezes. Dropping temperatures. Inspiring skype with a friend. Much need encouragement and life catch up. Dark skies. Steady rains. Post office visit. Thankful for help. Cozy hot cappuccino and a conversation that went like this…I feel sexier with a book, sitting on a couch and the pouring rain outside and James Blunt playing in the background. Lazy day to be productive at school, but classes are still going quite well!

It took over a month for me to really wish we had running hot water. 75 degrees does a less than splendid job of heating the water from the outside…and at first we thought the drain was starting to smell so we put a glade scented gel in the bathroom…turns out it’s not the drain, but the water. Luckily the apple cider vinegar I use to condition my hair covers that smell in my hair!

Met with a dear friend and her husband for dinner and coffee….the teacher who invited me to come to Makassar…I’m so blessed by their friendship. What a delightful couple to have conversation with and share about places to visit and things to eat in Indonesia!

at the meatball restaurant!

watching in fascination!!!
rain.coffee.mangoes.
happy!

evening rainbow

Sunday for lunch I went with my friend to Chinatown and ate at a nyuk nyang (pork meatballs) restaurant. I discovered Toraja coffee. oh my goodness it is delicious!!! Trying new foods is always fun. The restaurant is a cozy sit down place. And the owner is so friendly. After lunch we went to the countryside (outside of Makassar near the airport) to three of their friends’ houses to pick mangoes. I had such a great day—sweet rains. sweet mangoes. There were so many varieties “mana lagi” meaning ask for more (mangoes), apple mangoes, papaya mangoes, Philippine mangoes, gula gula manga a meaning candy mangoes. Kristi translated for me, so I was able to understand the conversation…I learned so much about what they do and it was fun to see where they lived…the houses are so bright and colorful and the countryside is lush with flowers, coconut trees, banana trees,  mango trees, and others. Everyone smiles and laughs and welcomes you with open arms. What a real treat to spend the day like this!

pouring rain…
post office receipt…
latte art!

fabulous co-workers!

fallen tree caused a major
traffic jam!

dark skies
cool breeze
steady rains to come
down

neighborhood color

TEAL

the view from my becak
best mode of transportation in the rain…
they cover the carts!

fuzzy FaceTime conversation with this lady-
Miss her!

Warkop Aroma


I finally found my go-to cafe. Surrounded by old men offering me chairs, cigarettes, and sugar for my black coffee. “Misss you need sugar? No sugar?!!” And my sweetheart of a cafe lady who knew on the second day of me going there. A warm feeling of belonging somewhere. My cafe lady always says to me “please come again Miss.” And I do. Sorry miss no chocolate donuts today, but try Indonesian cookie. Because they already know I get the chocolate kind.

A simple cafe. Plastic chairs of the staple colors red, teal, and dark blue. Cafeteria long-length tables with groups of three or four men at an end with the random couple chairs that say “pick me.” When I walk in the door it’s a brief moment of panic…”Where do I sit…” Like I’m in the third grade and finger crossed that my friends have managed to save a seat for me…But now. I have a place. A midst all the men joking, reading the morning paper, smoking their fifth cigarette at 11 a.m, and their attempt in broken English to ask me, “Where are you from?” I really don’t know half of what they are saying, but their cheers and hellos welcome me back.

It’s a grand thing to find somewhere that you belong in a foreign land. I belong in my colorful neighborhood…people have started to notice my daily walks and usually a hand or two gives me a high five and always a wave. The children offer shy smiles and the old ladies carrying umbrellas stare, but return my smile as I pass. Never a whistle, just a call of “Hellloooooo….how are youuuu?” Today I found out they are also asking my name in Bahasa. So I told them. Sometimes there’s a pause and then the click of…”Oh Megan. Like Megan Fox…” Umm no. Not quite. Every so often someone wants to take a picture with me as well…sometimes celebrity status is nice…I do enjoy their friendliness and curiousity of meeting a foreigner for the first time.

The following day I went back. Talked to one of my dearest friends for a couple hours. Showed her the spot…in describing it she called it rustic. And it is. Rustic with character. Not modern or a chain like Starbucks…it’s better. The restroom is a sqatter toilet with no toilet paper. There is no hook for your bag either. The internet works though and the coffee is strong and black. Original. Traditional Indonesian coffee. We don’t know where we got the beans…my friend provides them. Then we grind them for coffee. I think I might be the only one who doesn’t take cream or sugar. I’m weird.

My cafe lady’s name is Ani. She asked me my name today as well. Isn’t she adorable?

Also if there’s an entirely empty table next to me, despite the fact that I’m sitting at another nearly empty table, I will instantaneously be surrounded by 5 or 6 people…slightly amusing.

Oh yes and if you get a chance to Skype (or FaceTime) me there, everyone WILL walk by and wave and see whom I am talking to…then after I hang up they try and ask who it was…sister? mom? dad? friend? boyfriend? It’s super cute! They all think everyone is beautiful or handsome…

I wrote the annual Family Christmas card on a laundry receipt the other day. Dropping off my laundry at the beginning of the day and having it freshly washed, dried, pressed, folded, and packaged by the end is a true luxury. I mean seriously…in my world travels I have hand washed, line-dried, washed and line-dried, washed and took my clothes to a laundromat…and now I have them done for me…while living in a third-world country. I do consider myself slightly spoiled knowing someone else is handling that task. And you should see the crispness of the folds…and they are plastic wrapped with a cardboard insert…seriously…the irony.

It’s been a weird week. One of my dear teacher friends won’t be teaching anymore at my school. It’s going to be an adjustment not having her positivity in the teacher’s room or encouragement after a rough class. I wish her the absolute best and I know she will succeed wherever she goes!

This weekend was rather quiet. On Saturday, went to the gym… then we picked up our fridge that was finally promised, and a blender. I also bought writing supplies at an office store. Saturday night, met a few friends at a cafe for dinner, and Sunday was spent lounging, grocery shopping, and making a smoothie! It rained a lot this afternoon and into the night…pounding rains!

breakfast:
yellow rice
noodles
meat

outside the gym~ can’t believe it’s December!

fridge!!
guess which shelf is mine?

headstand!

cafe hot chocolate
how pretty is this cup?

my house!

cool colored notebooks!

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