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@pehthestar
it’s 👌🏻 to take baby steps in life: back-to-baking-more goals started with simple crunchy oatmeal 🍪 🍪 🤤 🤤 @cravesg of course my greed always gets to me before the 📸 #pehbakes #f52grams #biglittlerecipes #food52baking (at Melbourne, Victoria, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3wN6UvnnXX/?igshid=dcofjcvsjb5
i thought about going on medication again ytd. then i challenged to commit myself to feel fully & spiral responsibly. i forgot about releasing. the past week went on autopilot, i wasn’t aware that i’ve been resisting for a while. beneath the layer of perceived self awareness and inner growth, i was judging myself for struggling, that i’m still adjusting to being lost in my current uncertainty. it is so possible and fine to fall 3 steps back after taking 1 big step forward, but i struggled to admit it’s okay. again, i was rushing my process and layers i wanted to shed, enforcing a timeline. what i didn’t realise more, was i push away/hurt people i love dearly by rejecting affection for me - plagued by a shadow of inadequacy and doubt of ever being good enough, of feeling alone. i wondered why is it still so hard to love myself; it broke the insides of me more than a little. i wanted to only come back to this space as a light. but how can i truly lift others up when i am resistant to open up about my v own real struggles? as the universe has me covered for shit thrown at me every possible way, all i have to do is be willing to soften, be ready to let go, start receiving with an open heart - that is when my inner work truly begins. it was through 2 contrasting vinyasa classes’ expectations that made me see even when i work hard for it, outcomes can still and mostly will turn the other way. while i gained immediate spiritual growth here, ytd was the first time i experienced physical release on the mat the moment ryan started a dialogue before class on abandoning our conditioning. he kept bringing me back to the exact present moment, even when it meant to go lax on my practice. the streaming tears shifted from pain to relief, back to pain then ease (& a much needed smiling hug). i am going to stop running away. being vulnerable is no longer my deepest fear; it feels good to write for myself, but i still struggle. i am going to see victory in small wins. i will break out of thinking who i am they think i am, but that still is my ego talking isn’t it? so i’m trying to lean on love over fear and write a new page, each day. #mentalhealthday #worldmentalhealthday https://www.instagram.com/p/B3bnQDJnVJL/?igshid=9yv7oqtyv22p
♥️ 🥐 a love note to @lunecroissant who makes this world a better place: . 1: flaky glorious goodness of a top flake which fell after the first bite 💔 (first successful visit after missing you for 3 times in 2 years!) . 2-5: finally making it to your too-hipster-it-hurts original bakehouse, my baking dreams that came alive for the entire morning of being able to watch your 👩🍳👨🍳 in action all day (hire me? i THINK i’ve skills to offer). . 6: ytd, 3rd time after 3 months to indulge in your flaky airy layers again: i could only manage half 🥐 before my worst allergic reaction hit me in a quadruple whammy of hot flashes/perspiration at 14deg, nausea, giddiness and churning stomach for 30min that felt worse than a panic attack. the shop was closed by then and your team was doing cleaning duties, but was so so kind & patient to offer me too much care and concern till the very end (even wanting to call an ambulance for me) thank you jill (?) & team :’) @lunecroissant you have such a precious team, keep that up 🖤 . if you read till here, pls mark this on your must-visit list. food and service 💯 guaranteed. i just wish my pocket has more $$ . #lunecroissant #lunecroissanterie #melbournebakery #melbournecafes (at Lune Croissanterie) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3O7Z3Pndr_/?igshid=mkf90nrxv1ou
🌄 05:36 vs 06:04 🌈 nature’s beauty and transience—a reminder that everything passes; the heavy and light, the good and bad. to be in the present is probably the most simple yet challenging thing. but nth is more impt than pausing to live mindfully, each day. (thankful for 7am meetings to view this sight but i’m ready to snooze for 24hrs. RTS to get. out. in spring!) #nofilter #melbourne https://www.instagram.com/p/B3KRiLbnp4f/?igshid=mr5o4dfl9uwr
where attention goes, energy flows. what you resist, will persist. what you turn towards to, opens and shifts. we all have the ability to tune into our awareness, higher consciousness and shift our thoughts & sensations. are you choosing to hold on, or let go—in this moment? thank you @ryanmannix_yoga for the amazing energy & making my birthday week complete! making a commitment to include yoga every year now. (at Good Vibes Yoga) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2rUUrZHhKt/?igshid=ej2alemnajj7
1 year before the big 3: body and mind alignment is still a WIP but feeling the youngest at heart for once; celebrating myself & allowing myself to be loved. away from home, in the face of deep discomfort, fear & change but knowing that i am exactly where i need to be. grateful to be alive ✨ thank you for loving & supporting me, so i can love myself to love you/this 🌍 better. https://www.instagram.com/p/B2o5UdPnOh6/?igshid=d25a729eus62
R U👌🏻? / how are you (feeling) today? — it never hurts to show concern, genuinely wanting to listen and continue a “how are you” instead of letting a usual conversation starter end; holding the space for someone’s feelings to be heard, and help release it. a bad day, anxiety, depression, stress, suicidal, trauma—whatever you call it. your emotions are real and they do not define you. want to start or be part of an unashamed conversation but wonder how to? >> @ruokday / a gentle & stark RTS that experiencing sunlight ☀️ seeping through my soul does not come easy without the darkness i faced 🌒 / #ruokday #ruok #mentalhealthawareness #breakthestigma #mentalhealth https://www.instagram.com/p/B2cA86yHOsV/?igshid=1lk8bki0dv46f
take your first step out
Day 8. This is the amount of inertia it took me to start journaling, I hope that my procrastination becomes better after finally flying to another country. But I don’t want to blame and instead, I am going to attempt to document what happened for me to live better, starting tomorrow. To write my imperfect self to serve a reminder of how not to be so, but also to be kind to myself. So shall we start with lessons then? Or maybe not, let’s do
One thing I’m definitely still learning is the difference between being open to the unplanned and sticking to what’s planned. Its 8:42pm and I’m finally physically settled down into the fact that I’m not going out today - a fact that is 6 hours delayed (seriously, Sarah?). The original plan was to finally (again) go get my piece of Lune, which I kept pushing back, and yoga at 430pm. I consoled myself with the fact while staying home to combat the day 2 cramps, I made 13 requests for inspection, in hope of saving on 3rd airbnb’s burn in time. I’ve also finished a spinach & ricotta cannelloni (is it my 3rd microwaved dinner here?), 4 pieces of Cadbury coated Oreo, 2 sticks of Kit Kat. God bless my waistline. Okay, I digress. But I really have to kick the habit of this last minute shit, more to planning and sticking to it.
Day 1 - 4 was pretty much spent being sick, although I must say I had more discipline to get out even if it was just for yoga, as compared to staying at home 2 days now that I’ve recovered. I absolutely love Good Vibes Yoga and how intuitive yoga is being taught here, and taking it in as a student as much as possible. When William mentioned on Friday night during Yin that pain in the stomach in the side bolster pose often is attributed to anxiety from the fear of unknown/uncertainty, I thought of how smart the body actually is - My concern of a hidden illness was unfounded, but was just another manifestation of how I worry too much, and a sign of how I’m adapting. We all adapt.
My heart tips between being scared of being alone, to scaling to getting comfortable of the idea of actually being and learning to live alone now. It is after all the right decision to cut contact completely; because through the nights of being scared of walking alone home, to realising the one thing that humans need is connection when I was so relieved of finding a support at lulu Emporium, to getting too comfortable with being a loner that Netflix was my friend for 1 entire night on Friday, and then the entire day on Saturday; I got reminded again, that if I am unable to live by myself, to love myself enough that I can lift myself up, I am not ready to let in the possibility of someone to have the ability to hurt me.
After a week and still living out of a suitcase, I am looking forward to finding a home and set a corner out. Apart of being fuelled by financial stress, I am looking forward to setting a new life. This moment is finally here. I have to make the full and present use of it.
Also, I’m finally jotting down the things I hope to achieve now that I’m finally here:
Find what is my personal brand that I want to create - freelance social media, baking, yoga instructor.
Getting back in touch with baking first.
Travel to another part of Oz by the 3rd month, in August. Or make a mini road trip within Melbourne next month.
Go for yoga 4 times a week. HIIT/cardio at least twice a week starting next month.
Go to the museum once a month.
Go for a picnic on my off day.
Start writing in pen, on my journal book. And this list can go on.
ELEVATE • GRATITUDE — “brave leaders are never silent around hard things. our job is to excavate the unsaid. that requires courage and vulnerability.” i wanted to be a leader who drove excellence, unlocked & inspired my people’s fullest potential to create more leaders; possible only because i acted from empathy, listened as a friend and fought my fear to be vulnerable; presenting a real self each time. thank you—each and everyone in the past 4.5 years (10-photo limit huhu), for accepting my imperfect self and seeing the need for me to take care of myself first before i realised it, for me to grow into a better person and leader. it is possible for an organisation to be centred around its people and still have so much fun at leading #thesweatlife. you are the inspiration to why i even took this leap of faith to try & lead my best life at 6,059km away (altho v scared). thank you for being my 🍋 family, my home away from home. this is def not goodbye, i’ll see you again 💛 #lululemonsg https://www.instagram.com/p/ByoedGDniE_/?igshid=1r4sak8y5no0w
🌎💚♻️ on sustainability: start small, start now. beyond grateful to be inspired by friends who were present to engage and consider our personal collective and impact on earth. for those who weren’t present but are supporting me to move forward with my goals (yknow who you are), thank you ♥️ my vision: to have a wider collective come tgt to break bread and our reliance of single-use plastic. #plasticfreepicnic (if you want in, 🙋🏻♀️👇🏻so i know to include you, because we don’t need earth day to remind us the daily work we need to do right?) (at Singapore Botanic Gardens) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwkDd0pH80j/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1u2rx1ju72pta
⊹ BE HERE NOW ⊹ a manifestation of my anxiety is that i speak with incoherence or stammer, verbalising words that don’t match with my better-strung together thoughts (or so i thought). so when i started teaching, the only way i could positively open a class was to plan what i want to say - from meditation to pranayama. i almost always have a script for each class, to the point that i sometimes get anxious for not being “prepared” what to say for 5 minutes - the irony of grounding a class. ytd morning, i got to start my sunday consciously with @mikiash’s meditation and felt one with my body during her class. this rare morning allowed me to take a step of faith despite not having an easy afternoon getting reminded of my lacking ways as a daughter and sister; purposely didn’t write down what to say for my 6pm PF’s opening (i still thought it through), felt & spoke from my heart instead. i led one of my most conscious meditations ever inspired by miki, got touched by a regular student’s words of appreciation because he reaped from the mental benefit most after a “very negative day”. it didn’t matter that a flow class “wasn’t my speciality”, that i jumbled my words and mixed my L&R from having to cue a full class without a demo mat; i found my own voice as a yoga teacher, 17 days shy of a year @yogamovement. this is the power of being in the moment, respecting my body first before i expend my energy to others. just like how my supported pincha needed Paul after class, i found comfort in leaning on a community, in the discomfort & struggle of finding my breath & holding my ribs in. i am alive. >> started my morning today with yoga again, expected to go into a nicer reclined compass when my body just wasn’t ready, and got to practice my own advice to aggy after class - do not be attached to an asana. i should clearly practice more. it has been tough embracing my imperfections, and i am learning to do more than liking them. i get better each day. if not, i am fine too. #antiperfectionist https://www.instagram.com/p/BwSNicbHYjZ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ticz9umu4xtm
keep sprouting
It has been 2 years since I started therapy. When I realised the monstrous amount of triggers I had and have yet to find out, I was terrified. Through an increased self-awareness and knowing the importance of releasing whatever anxiety I held in my physical body, I didn’t know how to be my anxious self; in social situations, when I am at work, at a meeting, having dinner with someone, or even when I’m alone.
While I cannot say what makes me anxious at the tips of my fingers now, one big step I have grown and taken is knowing when I feel anxious. Depending on where I am, I figure out what is the next best step - step away, breathe, pause, or verbalise my emotions out like a bullet train.
Facing anxiety right in the face at the age of 27 has also taught me how much of an anxious child, teenager, young adult, and working adult I have been. Almost every behaviour that I disliked and beat myself up for, mostly in my communication; the difference when I speak fast because it’s a Sarah Peh thing to do VS when I speak with jitters through the train, when I get nervous and speak incoherently, when intentional speaking fails me, when I am at a loss of words even though a thousand thoughts are running through my mind, when negative language is how I start and string a sentence, they are all but a form of how my prolonged anxiety manifested in my being for probably more than a decade.
It was only through knowing myself from my anxiety, that I discovered so many parts of myself that were not apparent before. I focused on the type of person I couldn’t and want to be, labelling myself as not good enough; not empathetic enough, too impatient, unkind, not smart enough, not pretty or skinny enough, too socially awkward in social situations (which is something I now slowly embrace), not disciplined or good enough to take on a big plate of responsibilities I want to own, feeling like a failure when I make mistakes from not being to handle my own and others’ expectations, the list and go on.
But then I also realised how imperfect and human I am - how much I chased for perfection. Each time I face a thought or emotion that reminds me why I am not good enough, I work on telling myself to peel the layer and ask myself what type of perfection I was chasing. The work of releasing and being then begins each time. Then comes the part where I create a routine of habits to combat this sense of perfection.
So the work isn’t done. I am still discovering, still learning to embrace the many imperfect parts of me, and navigating how to still be wholly me, be the real best version of imperfect me in the process. #antiperfectionist
ॐ It is easy to take it all too personally – doubt your own worth when you were not someone’s first choice. It is easy to believe you are never good enough. It is easy to subject yourself to the likes or dislikes of others. It is easy to let someone make you feel hard to love. It is easy to feel like it’s impossible to get up from rock bottom. It is easy to believe you are weak. It is easy to fall into the depths of your darkness, repeated moments of slumber instead of facing the world. It is easy to withdraw, to reach for the pills. It is easy to put a mask on. It is easy to pretend you are okay, then to be vulnerable and feel the pain. It is easy to believe you are not a good person for harbouring unkind thoughts, when you are only human. It is easy to let words cut you, than to work on acknowledgement and non-attachment. It is easy to hold onto bad habits, be drawn to the energy of people who weigh you down; fall back to your own unhealthy patterns. It is easy to build walls and stop trusting. It is both easy and tough to be imperfect – because you are. A human being who is incredibly flawed and imperfect. That is why you should take the longer road; work hard. You have to be kind to yourself. You have to tear your own walls down to be honest. Vulnerability can be strength. Softness can prevail. Seek light in darkness. Your heart is filled with goodness, even when you think it isn’t. You have to work hard on being the opposite of everything that was easy to be. You have to work hard to fight for yourself, every single time. You have to work hard to show up powerfully to and for the world. It starts with loving yourself, more than a little each day. — january’s ♡ (at Yoga Movement) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvHvgp5hG10/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1uf9m122l5nuf
☀️❄️ / missing morning daze - heaven can be a place on earth. https://www.instagram.com/p/Buu3CtuBcQV1IzOhIbCSUehoqxwCB1RwdePdkc0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1rxktbv3h6ie7
🚞❄️🥰 . 初雪 // f i r s t . s n o w f a l l ~ #happythings #theniruinedtheground https://www.instagram.com/p/BuNQ3WIhZuhFapRQM7bt4p06X2y2YW-mHJ1b9Q0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1u0up7fl5k0yw
