Eye Spy... Keep Watching

 Eye spy? What are you looking at and for? On purpose, I did not link my last writing anywhere to see who would go directly to my blog. I typically link it to all of my social accounts. In my business coaching class, I call it the "wrap-around" effect. It gives a glimmer more into who I am, what I do, and what I promote in my "Kitryn Marie" umbrella of endeavors. Right now, it's difficult to call it a business... although I promote accordingly. Eventually, all things will open up, and my teaching will resume. This is not a great time in economic history, and if you look around, money is nowhere to be found to spend on enrichment and personal development. My patience is being tested, and my resilience is at a standstill. I am holding out and onto something I have built from the ground up.

In a conversation I had yesterday with one of my coworkers at the gig, I adamantly reminded her, "You are not responsible for the consequences of the actions" from someone who diligently put themself in harm's way. A snap decision that person made that ultimately changed the trajectory of a course and disabled a friendship... a relationship that should have bettered their life. Ego's entitlements and sheer mental aggression~ because irregulation took over and all common sense was lost. Haste and snap choices.

My favorite new line~~~ "I will not fix what I did not break." I don't chase... and by all means live with that choice you allowed to consume your misery. Better options and or offers that look easy are broken patterns revealed, not realizing they are the problem. Why would anyone be surprised if that person walked out on everybody else in their life, who are you to think it would not happen to you!? Repeated patterns and emotions, not available to regulate anger, impulsive behavior, and bad maladaptive coping skills. #lifecoaching101  I go further in saying, "if that person betrayed others for the sake of self, who are you to think that you too wouldn't be betrayed?" Discarded or replaced? I have seen too many women who have lost all sense of balance and throw themself into religion, believing in a whimsical prayer that if they bible verse their way through the relationship, absolution and hail mary strength would change what they refuse to see. Dellusions and illusions for pretenses eventually show, and repeated patterns surface.

Hammers and nails, alcohol and easier choices, don't fix the rot that's brewing under the surface... it only replaces what isn't visible to those who have seen it from underneath. The underbelly of the cause and effect. Erosion is just that, needing a fix to mask what created the rot to begin with. You can't build any foundation if you keep repeating what you keep tearing down because you can not understand that the problem is you. Mental clarity is the architect...emotional regulation is the carpenter.

Nonetheless, I preach it from all angles, knowing somewhere in this divide and conquer for a more true meaning, life at some point will resemble what we believe life to look like for each of us!

It is Monday. I have errands to run and a bougie day to get my nails done. I found another chair that I will pick up this morning to add to the revision. I keep looking at my house like one of those small New York apts that I am desperately trying to cozy up for the long winter months ahead. 

I have a new recipe I am working on, and if time permits, I will bake bread this afternoon. As much as I need to work on my next book and create content, I am lost in my home life right now. I am trying to find some copestatic comfort.

Mushroom Tortellini with Bacon, Sausage, Tomato & White Wine Sauce

Ingredients (serves 3–4)

  • 4 slices thick-cut bacon, chopped

  • 8 oz Italian sausage (mild or hot, your choice)

  • 3 cloves garlic, minced

  • 3–4 medium fresh tomatoes, diced (or 1 can fire-roasted tomatoes if you prefer)

  • ½ cup dry white wine (Pinot Grigio, Sauvignon Blanc, or similar)

  • ½ tsp Italian seasoning

  • ½ tsp onion powder

  • Salt & black pepper, to taste

  • ½ cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese (plus more for serving)

  • ¼–½ cup heavy cream (optional, for a silky sauce)

  • 1 package (about 9 oz) mushroom tortellini (fresh or refrigerated)

  • 1–2 tbsp extra virgin olive oil (for finishing)

*Maybe after I am done writing Sea Side Shore, I will create a cookbook

I will not fix what I did not break... but I will break bread with anyone wanting to better their life. If you are interested in a business coaching class or a life coaching class... Personal development or art enrichment, reach out to kitrynmarie@gmail.com

Eye spy... keep watching!

Kitryn Marie













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