I've always wanted a blog since the first time I found blogger through some YouTuber around 2007. I wish I had more details to make this a better story, but that's honestly all I can remember. I can't tell you who or what blog it was, but the idea of people reading an online journal of sorts was fascinating to me. It wouldn't be until 2015/2016 that I would become interested in self-care.

As someone who has had depression all her life, it would have been helpful to be practicing mindful breathing, yoga, and clean eating for a while before I finally realized what powers these things had. And I'm still ignorant about the holistic game.

I have the bad habit of reading a lot but then not retaining anything that I had just learned. I drown myself in YouTube videos, blogs, books, podcasts, and magazines all about healing and helping oneself. Rarely do I put this "knowledge" into action, though.

I try writing it down in my "Self Help" spiral notebook (more on that later) and reading it whenever I'm feeling inspired...yet I remain in the oh-so-familiar slump.

Yes, I am getting into better habits again (I was a pretty well-oiled machine this summer), but with the stress of my senior year of college pressing down on me, it makes nearly everything unenjoyable and my drive to do things, things I love, diminish into nothing. That's why it took so long for this post #2.

There are some habits I've been sticking too recently, however. I'm dry brushing my trobles away before each shower, trying to do a quick morning yoga, and recently switched to natural deodorant which can surprise you with how much good it does for this girl.



Yeah. I bet I'll make it.

Hello everybody,

And welcome to The Mindful Tenderfoot.

With this blog, I plan to document my journey into mindfulness, slow and intentional living, and self-care through simple ideas that I pick up around the web or through the several magazines I read. It'll be a lot of trial and error, but I feel like that part of the journey gets overlooked too often with "lifestyle blogs" and that's not good for one's self-esteem. I know it's definitely not for me as someone who feels like she has to do everything perfectly, first try. If I fail, I'm a failure. If I succeed, it's not good enough, I could have done better. Sound familiar?

As a young woman in her final year of college, I am constantly in a state of comparison. The girl across the room has better skin than me, the boy next to me in class speaks up more and has better ideas, that model who I follow in Instagram has my ideal body I'll never get to. Everything and everyone are