Sara Bareilles is one of my all time favorite artists. She’s has the ability to craft the tightest harmony layered vocals and gut-wrenching ballads, while also penning equally brilliant bars about heart flutters and belly butterflies. She’s an incredible live performer, she has a beautifully helpful soul, and the woman is a combination of snarky, class, and serious sass.
I read an article the other day about self-care. In the article, self-care looked a lot like treating yourself and pampering: a day at the spa, a tropical vacation, and a shopping spree. It’s almost like the idea of self-care has been commercialized and dare I say… trendy.
I was partaking in some of the most delicious chicken tikka masala the other day with some fantastic humans, when one of them said, “I know this sounds lame, but at least you’ll have something to blog about after this (in regards to the current life season I am going through).” And I chuckled, because I knew he was right. There is always something to take away from the circumstances we go through. But I didn’t think I’d be writing about all this so soon.
People always want to talk to me about the wild crowds at shows or the cool places I’ve seen and traveled to. They want insight and secrets, recommendations and tips, and they want to know about all the events and to be the first to hear about certain things. They want to be in the know; they want to be in my life. But the funny thing is that they have no idea what it really means to be IN someone’s life.
I’ve been feeling pretty limited on time lately.
Like, by the time I get up and get dressed, and maybe do a morning workout, then shower and decide what I want to wear for the rest of the day (which mostly defaults to stretchy pants and some sort of oversized top) and which coffee shop to settle into, it’s already lunch time.
Hello and welcome to the new and improved www.julianncheryl.com!
If you’ve been with me the past couple years and have been following my blog, you’ll know that this web address was formerly the home to a very personal project of mine. Don’t worry, those words are still very much alive and have just found a new home in the bigger scope of this space.
Here’s some honesty recap at its finest:
When I first found out I was being sent to Bali, my instant reaction was that I wanted to get it over with. Not a normal reaction when someone finds out they’re going on a fully paid trip to a beautiful destination halfway across the world, but that’s what happened internally. However, it was an opportunity and with that, I tried to see how early I could complete my booking, how quickly I could do the trip, and then come back home to Los Angeles and proceed with life. I think the real reason behind the resistance was that I had just started to gain a lot of momentum home-based wise with business things, and felt like being gone would hinder any type of progress. But what added to that attitude was that Asia had never been at the top of my list of places to visit. In fact, it had always been at the very bottom.
Leave it unsaid.
That’s the line I’ve been pep-talking myself with lately.
I casually told him I would text him when I arrived home, to check in and to see how things were going. I never did. I still haven’t. And maybe that was a total douche thing to do, and I’m a tool for not ever texting him back or reaching out. But I know myself, I know my heart, and I know how I am. As selfish as it might sound, I was just trying to save myself from puffy red eyes, a few more tears, and to spare myself from a little more heartbreak.