Tag: care

  • When I don’t have enough of a connection to me

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    Sometimes I feel like I’m missing myself and I seem to have lost me.  This week, I watched a comedy special from Michelle Buteau and I was reading her fabulous book, Survival of the Thickest.  I had a lot going on and those were both making me laugh and feel lighter.  And then I felt this hole inside of me, this missing, and lack of connection.

    It was me, calling to me, asking me to nourish and fill myself up with me.  That missing feeling was guiding me to spend time with myself in ways that could address that lack.  I’m doing that this morning and it feels much better. 

    There are so so many ways to spend one’s time, and it’s easy to miss the call from within about our own needs and what will help meet them.  Especially when living a busy life with work, family, kids/pets/volunteering, etc. 

    During this time of healing, I am learning the importance of attuning to my mind, body and soul to notice my needs.  I am learning that doing that helps regulate the nervous system and can help heal from emotional trauma through being the person that meets your needs.

    It’s amazing how some things that meet my needs one day but not the next.  I think that’s a way to help me tune in more deeply, instead of rotely going through the motions of taking care of myself.  I am learning how to connect with myself and settle more into my body so that I can better feel into my needs.  This is getting easier over time and seems like daunting and overwhelming and more like a healthy and nourishing habit.  I used to TRY so hard to do everything right and now I’m learning to focus on tuning in and listening instead of rushing, fixing, pressuring and trying.  One day at a time 💖.

    And so, for the rest of the day, I’m going to pay attention to myself, rest, and allow myself to be exactly as I am, with some support from me.  I wish you all the best with what your days bring you!  And may kindness and compassion towards yourself be part of your days too!

    With care ♥️, Bradlee

    ©️ Bradlee Zrudlo 2026.  All Rights Reserved.

  • A Compassionate Speaker

    Blue sky with bunches of delicate pink flowers.

    I had dreams of becoming a motivational speaker for the last several years.  I could see myself on a stage, talking to people, and sharing love, compassion, funny stories and the deep, messy and rawness of being a human.

    This afternoon though, I realized that my dreams have changed.  I no longer want to be a “motivational speaker;” rather I want to be a “compassionate speaker.” 

    Life is hard sometimes, and we can feel isolated and alone while we navigate those times, whether it’s days, weeks, months or years long.  I think what people need more of these days is someone to hold space for them while they go through the worst in their lives.  Someone to see them, witness them, and honour them with care and compassion.

    That is my new goal, and I wanted to share about it in my first post in quite awhile.  I really feel like the temperature has been turned up, literally and figuratively, on our planet, and now more than ever, we need to offer ourselves, and those around us, more compassion, grace and care.  It isn’t always possible to do this, and that is where a “compassionate speaker” may assist and remind us all of what we need and what we can do to care for ourselves. 

    Matt Kahn, spiritual teacher and “I love you guy,” has really taught me how to do this through his free videos, books and workshops, and I am forever grateful.  I would love to help others in the way he’s helped me.

    Maybe I will experiment with some short videos in my future posts about what being a “compassionate speaker” may look like for me.  At the same time though, I acknowledge that I try to write every post from that place, so maybe it’s just I am shifting in how I identify with what I offer, from my heart to yours ♥️.

    May you be well and may you be blessed with deep compassion.

    © Bradlee Zrudlo 2024. All Rights Reserved.