Cat Cafe: the secluded island of purr

I never took the time to evaluate my relationship with the four-legged creatures. Yet any time I would interact with a pet, I would feel elated and overjoyed to the point where purchasing one seemed like a brilliant idea. Thankfully (I guess), the rational mind kicks in just at the  right time, reminding about the unsuitable logistics and shortcomings for such matter.

block_1Oh but Cat Cafes are such a convenient way to interact with those happy-go-lucky creatures, without any commitment or responsibilities (and they serve coffee!!!). Of course, I can only imagine the potential bond that pets and their owners develop, but for now I am feeling blessed for this option to come, pet, purr and go.

Also, it might be just me, but it seems that the vibs in these places are exceptionally peaceful and soothing, as everyone is relaxed, blissfully wandering around, smiling, giggling, cuddling… What an isolated purring island, remote from all the noise and roar of the outer world. That’s where you’ll find me.

Purringly,

Pupa

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Morning Routine #BabySteps

So for how long have you been dreaming about having a perfectly tailored morning routine that includes a work out, a meditation session, a gratitude journal entry, a mirror affirmations, a goal-setting, and Instagram-worthy breakfast with a freshly brewed cup of coffee?

It’s been in my head for too long. And while I love the idea of starting my day with such physically-mentally-spiritually rejuvenating practice, the reality is way more hectic. But today, instead of expecting myself to make a quantum leap towards such instant enlightenment, I decided to take #BabySteps.

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This morning I started by remaining disconnected, by witch I mean I didn’t turn on my phone or laptop, which I normally do first thing in the morning (don’t you?). Oh and there is so much noise roaring from these devices, the news portals and social media, right? What a treat it was to be awake, yet to remain in the blissful vacuum. I felt so much more peaceful, more centered.. No one was pushing, insisting, screaming, asking, arguing, questioning, debating… So I put some classic music on, made pancakes and reveled in the peaceful heaven of my mind.

Blissfully,

Pupa

 

#ByeFelicia

While a post about love, coupling, birds,bees, and pandas* might be more appropriate on Valentine’s Day, where is something else I feel like bringing to this iTable. (*and yes, pandas are ALWAYS appropriate)

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So just yesterday, after several insistent suggestions to meet up, for once, I actually stopped and affirmed to myself:”Nope, he is someone I really don’t feel like seeing”. And I didn’t. No shame. No complain. No explain.While it might not sound like a big deal for you, for me, who has made a career out of pity-love, guilt-dates and obliged-relationships, it was so liberating.

Allowing ourselves to detach from people that are detrimental, boring, obnoxious or simply downers, can be a better treat than a bubble bath (oh and you know how good those are).

 “Don’t go see someone who is irritating, take a day off from work if you feel tired, go to the beach if it calls you, listen to more of the music that pleases you, soothe yourself in ANY way that you can. Let your mantra be,”Today, no matter where I’m going and no matter what I’m doing, it is my dominant intent to PLEASE MYSELF. It is my dominant intent to be good to me, it is my dominant intent to be good to me, it is my DOMINANT intent to be good to me. I’m going to look for ways that I can feel better. I’m going to leave behind things that don’t feel good – thoughts, relationships, STUFF. I’m going to declutter my experience. I’m going to declutter my relationships. I’m going to declutter my mind. I’m going to talk less often to that person who always brings me down. I’m gong to think ledd often of that thought that always puts a know in the pit of my stomach. I’m going to be nicer to me. I’m going to be nicer to me.” (Abraham, West Los Angeles, CA 8/28/10)

So #ByeFelicia to everyone and everything that makes us sobby instead of happy (:

Peace,

Pupa

Feelin’ Yourself.

When do you feel most confident, most beautiful, most glowing? Is there a perfectly-fitting piece of clothing that you are saving for the special occasion? Fine lace lingerie? The way you style your hair? The colorful cocktail you hold in your hand or the song that gets you high?

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One of those “feelin’ myself” moments for me is when I am all dolled up, wearing long floating dress and, with the wind in my hair, biking around the city at night.

I hope you too, more often than not, gonna throw on your invisible crown and remind humanity who they are dealing with.

Gracefully Yours,

Pupa

 

 

#TreatYoSelf

I don’t think there is much need to defend the  value and importance of treating oneself. We get it, right? Pleasure is pleasure.block_2

Yet, how much “selfishness” do we allow ourselves before the Guiltmon shows up? (Oh, I’m sure you’re familiar with Guiltmon – the guilt monster)

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The big tipping point for me was discovering the Abraham-Hicks teachings. That’s what they have to say on the subject:

“If we were standing in your physical shoes, that would be our dominant quest: Entertaining Yourself, pleasing Yourself, connecting with Yourself, being Yourself, enjoying Yourself, loving Yourself. Some say, “Well, Abraham you teach selfishness. And we say, yes we do, yes we do, yes we do, because unless you are selfish enough to reach for that connection, you don’t have anything to give anyone, anyway. And when you are selfish enough to make that connection — you have an enormous gift that you give everywhere you are. ” Abraham-Hicks, 4/21/01

Anyway. Debating the reasons to treat yourself is not nearly as delicious as actually sitting down and figuring out what makes you glow or throw your hands in the air screaming ‘Woohoooooo!’. Is it a 10 hour sleep? Brunch on the terrace? Stroll on the beach? Adrenaline rush of skydiving?  Afternoon cuddle? Karaoke session?  Smell of the newly bought book? Sales? Snickers? Sex? Socks?

While you’re making a list, shout out to “Parks and Rec”  for demonstrating how it’s done:

With much glow,

Pupa