Joy

I don't talk about my "why"often.

Why?
Why am I passionate about this work?
Why am I a student of holistic nutrition?
Why do I want to be a practitioner?
How do I want to use my education?
Why am I doing this work?

It's been brought up lightly from time to time and most people who know me are aware of my struggles and what ultimately brought me to nutritional therapy.

However my heart is yearning to connect deeper here, on this space and with my community of women. In order for a deeper connection from you, I will start with a deeper connection from me.

Although this topic is deep and twisty for me and something I continue to work out myself, I can start somewhere and begin to slowly peel back the layers for you to see.

I struggled, I struggle.

I choose daily to conquer my struggles and my demons.

My eating disorder, depression and anxiety.
My shame and my panic.

I knew if I survived this, I would talk about it. I had to talk about it.
I am here, a survivor (surviving) and just beginning to talk about it.

My prayer (my why) is to help someone. Help teens, help women, help mothers, help friends. HELP WOMEN, like me who possibly think they are struggling alone and struggling in silence.

You're not alone and I want to help.

To help.

Why, my why?

Because..our bodies are a gift. From the moment we take our first breath until that last beat of our heart, our body is a gift to hold our soul - our dreams and passions, our experiences and thoughts. 

It doesn't matter if we love or hate our body, it's ours. The one and only we have or will ever have, our life long ally. The relationship we have with our body will directly determine how we show up in this world and feel joy.


  “God didn’t design us to be sad. He created us to have joy!” —President Dieter F. Uchtdorf

I am continually combining health and wellness to my testimony in Christ and my Heavenly Father. Thinking and pondering how I am meant to show up in the world and what is important to me. Where my energy is best served and who I can bless.

My energy is not best served obsessing over my thighs or stretch marks. Over a perfect or not so perfect diet.

And neither is yours.

My energy is in my family, my faith, my community, my friends. My energy is best served lifting others and spreading joy to those I can reach.

Ponder where your energy is and what it's serving.

My why, Joy.

Share and spread joy.

Joy is in our spirit. Our thoughts and feelings, housed by our body.

Joy


XOXO
Ashley