Sarah Griffin/Griff-Fit, CPT

It’s strange how we don’t often realize that the only difference between failure and accomplishment is perspective.

This past week I packed up and moved out of the home my husband and I had shared for several years. A home where our family both grew and simultaneously fell apart.

On that final evening in the house, I spotted an interesting juxtaposition of belongings that had once been tucked away. Mementos from my failed marriage neighbored by a bin loaded with tokens of accomplishment.

Here’s where perspective comes into play. You might think I’d have felt a great sense of achievement for having completed each activity. But not one of those medals came without the little voice of dissatisfaction in my mind. The one that tells you, “if you did x, y, z you could’ve done better. You should have done better.”

That’s not to say that I’m not proud of myself for having completed such feats, but rather an explanation of how having certain expectations can easily destroy something good.

A failed marriage, doesn’t necessarily equal failure. Accomplishment can be had in understanding that we had truly exhausted every effort. I had poured my heart and soul into it in an attempt to make it work, but some things can’t be repaired. It’s a matter of knowing when to break the cycle. That’s where I’ve learned to feel my greatest sense of accomplishment.

LA zoo trip—all bundled for the chilly CA weather with a long missed familiar crew.

Crisp autumn walk this morning with my loyal pup, Harley—always here keeping me company and by my side (especially when belly rubs or treats are involved)

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Happiness is letting go of expectations to live in the moment.

A little reminder to be present and have gratitude for what is now while appreciating what was.

Sometimes all it takes is a little gratitude. It’s the little things that have been getting me through these tough times.

Little glimmers of peace in a world full of chaos.

Today I’m grateful for the serenity my houseplant collection brings me. Slowly turning my room into a mini retreat with plants and calming aesthetics in every corner has been healing in its own way.

I’m also grateful to finally have time to catch up on forgotten books before bed. I’m currently restarting my friend’s book, the Peacock Room and am also excited to read the collection of stories in The Secrets We Keep (also featuring a piece authored by my friend). Add in the couple of personal growth books, healing crystals, Palo santo, and a bullet journal and pair it with chill music and meditation and there you have it my friends, it’s very own get my s**t together and just be happy kit.

We’ll see.

Que sera, sera.

Insert some other optimistic s**t here.

And. BOOM!

Everything will be fine in due time ✌🏻.

Everyone needs a little color in their lives.

Pink plants 🌱 💗 and pink hair will do the trick during the long winter months.

Hair by 💗

New Amazon delivery came in hot, bringing me new tools for my post concussion recovery.

Tried out this acupressure mat and pillow this evening and it’s definitely different than anything I’ve ever tried. I’m hoping it helps with some of the neuromuscular issues I’ve been dealing with since the fall.

Some might say it’s ironic that I’m putting myself through mild discomfort and pain to alleviate pain but it’s a means to reset a system in overdrive and I’m already feeling some relief.

Have you ever tried an acupressure mat for similar issues? What did you think?

Joined the train and made my own.