Happy Friday
I shared that I was deathly afraid of hills last weekend and y'all lost your damn minds. But before I share the birth of this debilitating fear, I'd just like to preface it with the fact that I once was a fearless spring chicken. I spent my summers in Lebanon where we'd drive up narrow mountain roads, with no railings might I add, singing blissfully and completely oblivious to the fact that we were half an inch from falling to our death. 
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Fast forward a decade to my college years, I was driving to a party in the Tucson foothills when my trusted Ford Focus, Lola, started to bail on me. I was going up a pretty steep hill, and she started to roll back. I pressed my black stilettos hard on the accelerator and yet I was stuck, and anytime I'd stop, the car would start to roll back. Ironically Salt-N-Pepa's song Push It was playing on the radio, and let me tell you, I really was trying to “push it real good.” I digress.
 
 Completely panicked, I called my brother who was clearly more concerned with the outcome of the Kansas City Chiefs game than my impending death down this godforsaken mountain. I think he asked me if I was bleeding and before I could finish saying no, he hung up on me. After crying hysterically, I was able to somehow park my car on the side of the hill and walk my way up to the party like a damsel in distress. Three shots in and I had already forgotten about the mountain drama, but I never took Lola up a hill again. And my nightmares? THEY'RE FILLED WITH HILLS. Don't even think about inviting me anywhere near one.
Fun fact you didn't ask for
These useless facts have been a big hit, I'm totally making this a regular segment.
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Approval Monster
I LOVED Kevin Hart's audiobook, Monsters And How To Tame Them. He dropped a ton of F bombs mixed with wisdom, and I often found myself laughing out loud. Kevin shares all the “monsters” in his head and the “Approval Monster” especially resonated with me.
 
He highlights how he used to crave positive feedback and how he got stuck living for other people and constantly seeking reassurance. He calls this need to make other people like us our “approval monster.” Like a chronic disease that makes us live for those pats on the back and leads us to do things that aren't in our best interest, and stops us from doing what is. 
 
 He goes on to share some pretty hilarious scenarios including one about cooking and cleaning all day and not getting the recognition from your family that you expected or how he almost set his worth based on a club owner's feedback. It's amazing to have other people invested in your success he says, but at what point does it become the driving force behind what you do?  Can you be excited for yourself? Or do you need others to be excited for you? Do you doubt or discredit yourself because no one is acknowledging you? 
 
He offered a first step to reducing that damn “approval monster," whether it be in the kitchen or your career, by asking yourself 2 questions:
 
 1) Who's approval are you seeking? Who are you trying to make proud? Is it your family, spouse, friends, social media followers etc? By recognizing who you look to for approval, you know where to keep a close eye.
 
2) When you looked for approval in the past and didn't get it, what was your reaction? Was it returning the car or watch no one thought was cool? Or when you didn't hear I love you, and it hurt you so much, did you go ruin that relationship? What did you do? These questions really help you understand how your "approval monster" works so you aren't so dependent on what other people think.
 
Ugh, thanks Kevin.
Some encouragement.
 
 
Tweets that made me giggle

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Project update
The sofa came in and it's so beautiful! The rug and chairs should arrive this weekend, and I'm hoping I can finish up that gallery wall next week and share a reveal. *fingers crossed*
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