Here’s my lazy-ass #Top9 of 2021.
Y’all like my words, my sobriety, and my occasional passalong meme. 🦋 That’s about right. ✔
Bye, 2021.
I slept more this year than ever before. Like, for MONTHS, I slept 20 hours a day. And the world still turned. My work still got done. My life still got lived. 🦋
Hustle culture is officially out of my life. I am no longer “TYPE A” (a horrifically praise-the-overworking-perfectionist label dominant culture put on those of us with massive anxiety to try and maintain control through exhausting ourselves).
No promises for what 2022 will hold. 👽 I’m showing up open and ready. And unapologetically fuck-right-off status too. 🔥
Bonnie Gillespie is living her dreams by helping others figure out how to live theirs. Wanna work with Bon? Start here. Thanks!
I fucking love this. And you. Thanks for being a lighthouse and showing me just what that can look like, AND almost more importantly, what it does NOT HAVE TO LOOK LIKE. Immensely grateful. May 2022 being all kinds of new and uncomfortable and fucking amazing shit for all of us. For the growth. ❤️
You are THE BEST, Kellye. Love you madly! Thank you for these epicly kind words.
Hey Bonnie,
It’s been a bit. Hope you’re well. Glad to see you’re not Type A. I associate Type A (though not necessarily you) with a sort of nervous, anxiety-spreading will-you-please-stop-spreading-yourself-so-thin kind of energy. Do you find an increased ability to focus on what’s on your plate and not the rest of the kitchen?
Anyway, this is such welcome news. We can’t be all things to everyone, but we can be fucking epic at a thing or two for many.
One other thing: I recently injured my shoulder and could barely sleep comfortably. Now it’s healed and I can sleep well. As ever, I thank God for that–I thank God for increased appreciation of a good night’s SLEEP.