pay attention, dumbass

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why do people think “mindfulness” means just being chill? it’s got nothing to do with relaxation and meditation everything to do with paying attention. that is all mindfulness is.

you can’t stop your thoughts, but you can notice them without letting them run the show. it’s like watching a squirrel gathering acorns — watch, but you don’t have to join it. just sit back, breathe, and let the chaos unfold without knee-jerking judgment.

yes, it’s hard.

no, you’re not failing if you suck at it. mindfulness takes practice. just show up, breathe, and keep your eyes on metaphorical squirrels gathering metaphorical acorns.

our lovely model in her leather bodycon yoga gear - milla was so much fun to work with & did a ton of mystical themed shoots. one cool thing is that her grandma has one hell of a vintage and antique jewelry collection; sometimes she brings cool stuff for me to style the models with! 🩷

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