The Tiniest Flower (& The Sweetest Beet 2.0)

I’ve been wanting to sit down and write this post for a long time. The only hurdle was that I simply didn’t know where to begin. I’ve had an amazing summer of introspection and have been so excited to translate that into a new chapter of my blog, but I just couldn’t find the right way to do it. I want The Sweetest Beet to become a space where I share my discovery of self care and love, the new recipes that I’ve been obsessing over, and all of the inspirational people that I’ve been following, reading about and listening to along the way. It’s not an easy path, not for me, and not for anyone. But what makes it one hundred times easier, and actually enjoyable, is when we can all just talk about these things out in the open (and, worst case, we make some killer avocado brownies along the way).

So I was looking for something to kickstart this post and then my little cactus flower bloomed. Soft and yellow and open, perched upon a rather sad branch of one of my small potted cactus plants. I’d been monitoring the bud for about six weeks and had kind of given up on it actually blooming. I figured it would probably just hang for a while longer and then fall off at some point. But last Friday, after coming home from spin class, there it was, the bud had burst open to reveal a fresh and buttery flower. I’m still not completely sure what happened inside me (I’m really not a crier at all) but I just started crying. Again, not a crier (did I say that yet?), but it clicked with me, that highly anticipated and very unlikely blooming, just at the right moment to represent all of the learning and growth that I have worked on through this summer. So, to that bright little bloom, hanging so low on its branch that it nearly grazes the window sill, thank you for your motivation, you have no idea what an impact you had on me.

Over the past couple of months, I’ve found a new feeling of peace and happiness with myself, something that has never come easily to me. The decisions that I now make and the motivators behind how I live my life are now fueled by love. The fear that once took its place is receding. I’m finally starting to treat my body and mind like I would that of a close friend or family member. After all, when your friend’s feeling down, you don’t confirm her negativity or laugh as she tries on her (possibly) too tight jeans. Of course not. Instead, you rebalance her with that song you both know all the words to and find those high waisted pants that make her feel (and look) like a rockstar.

With all that said, I’m so excited to begin sharing again on this platform, even more honestly than I have before. I’m endlessly inspired by and grateful for close friends, family, and bloggers throughout the country who have shared their wellness journeys with me, and I can't wait to add my little piece! In the meantime, I’m also super into Instagram stories lately, so chances are there’s a matcha or some sort of grain bowl documented there at any given moment. 

Thank you for reading and listening, it means so so much to me to share this. You guys are all rockstars, talk to you soon. xx