Work/Life Balance

That’s a phrase I picked up from living in the tech bubble for 11 years. Say it with me “work life balance.” The concept is self explanatory and quite frankly is a no-brainer but for some reason we more often than not find it hard to do. Think about it; How many times have you found yourself picking up an extra shift at work, clocking in that OT, then find yourself surprisingly fatigued, unmotivated or overwhelmed by activities that typically bring you joy?

I just spent the last 2 1/2 months doing just that. I was working 6 days a week, sometimes up to 55 hours, without any respite in sight. I pushed through as I usually do, but found myself getting progressively tired all the time, not realizing I didn’t make time to check in with myself, let alone rest and recuperate. We find ourselves thinking “I can’t spend time with you because I want to sit in my couch and be a vegetable, to–say it with me–balance out the energy I just spent working too much.” We convince ourselves we’re being productive but in reality we’re depleting ourselves of creativity, secluding ourselves from our community and ultimately limiting our potential for personal growth.

In order to break that cycle there are a few things I like to do:

1. Get organized. I schedule everything in my iCal. The trick is to block out the time frame for each activity, that way you visually see how many free hours you have in a day or week, to do more of what you love. Or just breathe.

2. Play hooky. Take an unexpected day off. Changing your routine can open the doors for spontaneity and get those creative juices flowing. Pro tip: Make sure you incorporate a self care practice. That could be anything from reading a book in the park to baking your favorite cookies. My personal favorite is setting intentions for the coming lunar cycle, burning some incense and doing a card reading.

3. Quality time. Time is money but it’s also priceless when you spend it with those you hold near and dear. Go have coffee with an old friend, make dinner with your parents or participate in the hobby of your significant other. Taking time to be present with those who hold you up can refill your reserves when you feel like your cup is empty. My partner’s newest obsession is plant parenthood so we bought a bunch of new plants and repotted old ones.

Most importantly take a deep breath. All the things are manageable if you take the time to check in with yourself, listen and fulfill your needs accordingly. That’s it for me folks! I’m playing hooky today and have to go pack for an impromptu picnic with friends!

Until next time ✌🏽

V.3 She’s Got The Juice

Maker and Creative – heart, mind, and soul. Akilah Interviews her Co-Founding Bestie of Blooming Dreamers on her dreams and passions. Owner of Lebasi Photography, Isabel Gonzales shares her love for capturing photos through Environmental Portraiture and what she wants people to know about her relationship to her craft. Click the link below and follow us on SoundCloud.

V.3 She’s Got The Juice

Her•Story

I’ve noticed something. Women are celebrating eachother more and more these days. I like it. Coming from an adolescent youth where I had plenty of poorly managed friendships and not a whole lot of trust in general, I’m very happy to be a part of a community that is driven by supporting one another.


Being around creatives is magical. The conversations are full of healing and powerful language. I can’t really recall a time in my life where I have felt so inspired to share and embrace others which such vulnerability. For a larger part of my life I hid how much I loved all things art.


That only lead me to a place where I didn’t know who I was anymore. I was trapped inside this body looking to others for validation, for permission to move. I thank those individuals. Without them, I wouldn’t have found my way back to the person I was always meant to be. Me.

I am not my trauma. I am not my pain.
I am all that I choose to be.

I lift that woman up and wish her the absolute best life. Because after all it takes a hell of a person to bask in creativity and make something beautiful to share with the world. Here’s to the makers, artist, writers, painters, musicians and more – I dedicate this poem to you.

What does my love look like?

Is it safe? Is it warm?

The reflection of it sometimes feels cold like the surface it beams from.

Realizing the story of my mystery all of a sudden, is not mine.

Strangers have played a role in giving me a tale. Desperately, I held it. Not even knowing what of it.

Where do I find my story? The one written just for me?

Chasing it down like the shadows chase the sunset. Stretched and dark, fading into the night.

Who do I confide in, about the way that  I love?

My love story is abandoned and hiding from the light.

Until the steady beat of my yearning heart; is my favorite song.

Until I no longer feel shushed by the thoughts of being wronged.

Until I sing my praises with notes of joy.

This indescribable emotion is an old abandoned cabin, blanketed by the tallest towering trees.

Hope lurks in desperate need, to find it’s way in.

It seeps through the branches and begins to break through, rejoicing in celebration.

Light finally emerges.

Take extra care.

Build with grace and restore in faith.

My story is not mine until I address my HERstory.

– Akilah Oni

Vintage Skills

Although I am well acquainted in practice, I never heard the phrase until a few months ago as we were in the fetal stages of creating this blog. Vintage skills can be broken down into three general categories: home/life, first aid, and outdoor survival. I’d like to think I’m an expert at all three, but I thrive in the first set of skills courtesy of my mother.

Let me paint you a picture; it’s the 1970s, my parents were hippies, sporting their patchwork denim, tending to the garden, building their own furniture and eating homemade granola. My dad was great with cars and carpentry and my mom sewed clothes for all my siblings. My parents are makers by passion, not necessarily by trade, but passed down the love for working with my hands.

My generation didn’t get to take home ec as an elective in school (in Sacramento, CA) but turns out I didn’t need to. Ever since I was a little girl my mom taught me everything she knows. Of course some things stuck like crocheting and jewelry making and some dissipated like piano lessons. But the underlying commonality among all the skills I have acquired since then is the joy I find in the hand-made process. I thrive on complex instructions, minute details and hours upon hours of repetition to create a tiny masterpiece. 

I eventually learned how to teach myself to fix things that were broken, study how things work and ultimately create less waste by upcycling old clothing or repurposing discarded objects. As for my survival skills, I know which way is north because my mom always quizzed me on road trips where I had to use the Thomas map book instead of watching an in car DVD player. These are life skills I don’t take for granted because they paved the way for a life filled with the desire to learn. 

Here at Blooming Dreamers we find vintage skills to be an essential part of our foundation. It is rewarding not only to learn something new but to teach each other as well. Sharing knowledge is just one more way we can fortify and uplift our community, enriching the minds and lives of the next generation and sometimes an older one. If you have a vintage skill you’d like to share, comment below or tag us on Instagram @bloomingdreamers. Sharing is caring folks, especially when it’s hand-made!

 

Floating High

This past year I have finally recognized how committed to my growth I am. At moments it feels like a high school relationship that began with a slow dance and others, a 32-year-old marriage that has finally found its stride. My husband has been instrumental on this journey I have found myself on. One of the things he brought to me was floating. The spa is located in my old stomping grounds, which holds a lot of nostalgia for me. That’s right – down the street from Immaculate Conception, around the corner from 4th Ave park and smack dab in the middle of Broadway.

“In this stimulant-free environment, gravity, temperature, touch and sound drop to nearly non-existent levels. 1,100 lbs of dissolved Epsom salt in 10 inches of water holds your body effortlessly on the surface, removing all pressure from your muscles, joints and bones. At the perfect temperature, the water around you exactly matches your skin temp, causing you to loose connection between where you end and the water begins. With no body to attend to, your mind is unleashed to explore and expand untouched depths of consciousness and relaxation.”

-Capital Floats’ website

He’s been so many times that I thought, “okay – this has to be good if he keeps going.” I didn’t research it, just booked and showed up. Surprisingly, I showed up at 8:15 AM already in a very zenful state. I say surprisingly because weekday mornings are full of chaos and commuting for me, which for me are recipes for the road rage I have been working on managing. Amber was the person to greet me that morning and I’m thankful that she is an empath because she served me with the same energy I was giving and that level of thoughtfulness is greatly appreciated. After my tour, I found myself in my private room naked and in love.

Image courtesy of Capital Floats

I took a warm shower to rid my body and hair of excess dirt and oils. Then, I opened the door to my chamber. Ya’ll, let me tell you technology has just come so far. I opted for the low frequency spa tones and blue light over the dark and silent space. But, I plan on going back so many times I will have tried something new every single time.

Once I got used to the buoyancy of the water, I was able to easily recline and began to float. Eyes closed I was daydreaming about what other sensations would be comparable to this – swimming in the ocean, gliding through space or a child being thrown in the air. It took some time for my brain to settle and stop making to-do list but I actively pushed them out so I could enjoy the experience. I felt like a mermaid. I closed my eyes and felt like I was traveling dimensions. The weightlessness of your body allows you to do things and experience them pain free. For instance, I’ve had a pain in my lower back since i’ve had my baby. Something told me to arch and release until I felt better and it was better than popping an Advil. Your brain and nervous system are thankful to you for letting them handle the situation. I followed suit with other little aches I didn’t even know bothered me until now.

Halfway through, my senses were extremely heightened. I could hear things very clearly, as if I wasn’t under water at all. My body got warmer and I am pretty sure I fell asleep on the most comfortable bed I’ll ever be on. The dreams I had were vivid and thought provoking. Many things were going through my head at the end. I was enjoying this warm weightless feeling but I also couldn’t wait to get out and tell the world about floating.

This was such a wonderful experience. I’ve finally had a couple of days to reflect, and here is what I would recommend and do differently next time:

Meditate – Identify what your intentions are before going in. My intentions were to take better care of my health and nurture my business.

Journal – Write it out the night before or day of. Mike calls the thoughts that rapidly surface and keep you from focusing, Monkey Brain. I was having a lot of disruptive thoughts. Everywhere from my last meal to going back to work in a week.

Sedate – Maybe this is a place where you want to be alert and in the moment. I did that, I don’t want to do it again. Whatever you decide to use to relax, do it. The facility has tea and CBD oil on hand.

Travel Light – I arrived with not 1, but 2 bags. I’m gonna tell you what I had so you understand you do not need anything. In my B A G S – whole makeup kit, rose oil, rosemary water, new change of clothes, shoes, body spray, lotions, lap top, journal, planner and purse.  You are going somewhere to feel free and lifted. Do not go in there the same way you come out; weighed down.

Have Fun Guys, I’ll see you there. Float on!

http://www.capitolfloats.com/benefits-of-floating/

Post Float Room @ Capital Floats Image: BD Kila