Giveaway goodies!!!! Anyone who wants to order their starter kit from me this month…..I will send an oily gift basket which will include: 3 stress away & lavender bath bombs (color of your choice), lavender pillow and linen spray to help you drift of peacefully at night 😴😴, AND best of all a “motivation” roller blend that will encourage you to dominate your day, project, workout, etc.

1. Use this link to head over to the signup page: http://bit.do/hayleyawells

2. Sign up as a wholesale member (major savings!!!)

3. The member and enrolled ID should populate if not type this in 11122245

4. Pick your starter kit – the premium starter kit with the dewdrop is an excellent option.

5. Skip the essential reward points for now.

6. Confirm your order.

7. Change your life!!! AND THEN EARN YOUR FREEBIES!!

To find out more about my Essential Oil adventure and how you can change your life visit my Love, Bliss & Oils page here!

….or not do it.

I used to think of the word “anxiety” was attached to all sorts of negative connotations; I was absolutely obsessive about avoiding anyone associating the word anxiety with me…because, you know, I was anxious.

These days, I realize that so many more people understand what it’s like to be “anxious” (for the record I encourage every single one of you to do your own research on anxiety because there are so many different versions, symptoms, etc.) and I am much more comfortable admitting to those I feel friendly with that I’m feeling anxious or that I am suffering from anxiety. Some of you, though, have managed to avoid anxiety OR you have no idea you are suffering from it – so, I thought it might be helpful to put together a quick list.

5 Behaviors People Don’t Understand Stem From Your Anxiety:

1. Decline invites even though you may want to go.
There are certain days, trips, events, etc. that you have been planning for months or hours but, when they come anxiety takes up the whole space. It can become so debilitating that a person truly feels ill or lacks the energy to partake in the planned event.

While you are aware of what is happening to you, those around you or those you have made plans with lack to understand. Many times you are left feeling even more anxious because you now take on the burden of their disappointment along with your own.

2. Obsess Over Things That Seem Trivial To Everyone Else:

A simple word, a misunderstood glance or the wrong tone of voice can send someone with anxiety spiraling to the very worst thought. What’s worse, that person can exist there for hours, day and sometimes even weeks.

Obsessing over conversations, decisions, gestures or misspoken words for long lengths of time is extremely common in those who suffer from anxiety. The fact that you are even noticing, yet focusing, on such things only increases the anxious feeling.

3. Have Irregular Sleep Patterns

Often times, anxious feelings keep anxious people awake all night; at the same time an anxious person sometimes only finds solace in sleep – while their mind finally rests. Because of this, anxious people tend to experience extremely irregular sleep patterns.

Sometimes, they lay awake with racing thoughts; other times, they seek sleep to escape those same thoughts. Regardless, the lack of sleep regularity can only intensify the symptoms of anxiety.

4. In Every Situation, The Worst Scenario Is Your Biggest Thought:

Instead of enjoying the moment as is it, you can’t help picturing and convincing yourself that the worst scenario is inevitable. If it’s a first date, you are convinced that something will go terrible wrong.

If you get sick, you always manage to connect the symptoms to the worst disease you can imagine. It’s as if your mind tricks you into believing that nothing can go right.

5. You Replay Conversations In Your Head – Over & Over Again:

Oh man. This one is exhausting. It is worse when it’s a text or email because you can actually torture yourself by reading said interaction on repeat. You convince yourself that you said something wrong and you repeatedly punish yourself with that feeling by revisiting the conversation. Often times, the other individual didn’t even acknowledge whatever it is in the conversation that is causing you anxiety.

The fact of the matter is that anxiety can affect your life in an unnatural, frustrating and sometimes debilitating way. 

Most of the time, doctors will try to prescribe a pill of some sort – whether it be longterm (Lexapro) or an addictive quick fix (Xanax). Both options have severe and sometimes dangerous side effects.

Luckily, relief can be found in the natural use of Essential Oils. I discovered an enormous amount of relief in all Young Living Essential Oils in fact, there is such a combination of essential oils that eases anxiety and panic attacks so affectively that it’s been given the term “Liquid Xanax”. It works. Apply to your feet, behind your ears & on your wrists and watch it change your life.

Here is the recipe for Young Living Essential Oils “Liquid Xanax”.

 

 

I can’t pinpoint the exact date that my immune system seemed to have had enough of me. I managed middle school and high school with minimal absences – most of which resulted in my parents jetting off to vacation and leaving my Grandma & Grandpa in charge…so I wouldn’t call all of those “valid”.

I attended the University of Iowa and spent time in communal bathrooms, large lecture halls and dining halls filled with thousands of other students and suddenly my visits to student health began to increase. I attributed the extra doctor visits and sore throat attacks to the fact that college is a literal cesspool.

But, things didn’t get better after college, as a matter of fact they seemed to get worse. Strep throat, mono, infections, fevers and even a scary close case of blood poisoning had me feeling crazy, my family feeling helpless and doctors scratching their heads.

Eventually, Internal Doctors and Immunologists decided on an autoimmune disease and yet…WHICH autoimmune disease remained a mystery.

MRI’s, Cat Scans, Pints and Pints of my blood taken and tested and then retested. Allergy tests, elimination diets, nights spent on the floor hugging the toilet with nausea and tears and yet nothing could be solved.

Eventually the perpetual illnesses lead to anxiety, insomnia and a whole bout of a symptoms that I am sure culminated from the stress of wondering what in the HELL was wrong with me. It was a viscous, difficult and depressing cycle – friends stopped inviting me places, I began avoiding making plans in advance, the number of over the counter pills I took to manage symptoms became scary and unpleasant.

I promise there is a point to all of this.

A year ago, after modern medicine had failed me for what seemed lie the hundredth time I began looking into natural remedies. Vitamins & essential oils mostly. I tried plenty without affect, I spent a lot of money on products that seemed to perpetually let me down and finally, just recently, I discovered Young Living Essential Oils. I avoided these oils for so long because of the cost…but, eventually, I realized that in this instance the price of the product reflected the quality of it.

I can honestly say, my life has been changed for the better. Symptoms are more manageable, I am SLEEPING for an ENTIRE NIGHT, which is half the battle. I feel better, I feel healthy, I feel whole. I would be doing a disservice if I didn’t share the miracle of the products that Young Living cultivates.

A better question is why wouldn’t you choose Young Living Essential Oils? Their commitment to integrity and desire to provide the best possible 100% therapeutic grade essential oils is unmatched in the industry.

I went to the Young Living website, ordered the Premium Starter Kit (because it is the best deal), and waited impatiently for it to arrive.

How can you get the best deal on Young Living Essential Oils?

When you become a Young Living Wholesale Member, you can order all your oils and products at wholesale prices – that’s 24% off retail! There are no monthly order requirements or annual fees. It’s very easy and stress-free!


Young Living Essential Oils Wholesale Member FAQs

Why should you become a wholesale member?

This is the best way to get your oils because wholesale members get 24% off retail price on every order!

Young Living Essential Oils Wholesale Member vs Customer Memberships

What do you have to do when you become a wholesale member?

In order to keep your active status, you have to make a 50 PV purchase every year. If you miss the deadline or want to take some time off, it’s okay! You can call Young Living and re-activate your membership at any time by placing a 100 PV order. There’s no pressure!

Young Living Essential Oils Premium Starter Kit

Is there a monthly commitment?

No. You can order what you want when you want. I did choose to enroll in automatic monthly shipments (because I earn free products through that program), but it is completely optional.

How can you earn money with Young Living?

If you’re anything like me, you won’t be able to keep your story to yourself. As you begin to see results from your oil use, you will talk about it to friends and family. When you do, you have the option of earning commissions if they want to buy oils or join as a wholesale member. {It’s also okay if you prefer not to earn commissions and just want to order for yourself at a discount.}

How do you get started?

By now, you’re probably wondering how to join Young Living, right? The best way to get your oils is to order the Premium Starter Kit, which gets you ALL of the items pictured below:

new Young Living Essential Oils premium starter kit

 

There are other kits, but this one is the best value, offering over $300 worth of products for as little as $160! If you want to become a wholesale member, the Premium Starter Kit is definitely the way to go.

Please feel free to contact me with any questions – I can’t wait to watch your quality of life change for the better!!

xoxo! Hayley

The truth? I’ve been avoiding this blog. The list of things I have done instead of clicking “Publish” is endless and a little bit concerning.

This space scares me. It’s a summary of a girl I used to be, or at least the girl I thought I was and the life that went with it. A good life, just not the right one. A life that, sometimes, I have to convince myself even existed; full of memories that can only be relived in a fuzzy, unsure way. The transition from that life to this one was not smooth or fluid; it was full of sharp edges that other people as well as myself always seemed to catch the end of.

To put it simply, the words on this blog remind me of my most intense battle: being me.

Every syllable of this blog prior to 2015 was dedicated to convincing anyone who might stumble across my words that everything, my whole life, was packaged up neatly with a pretty little bow.

A couple of months ago, I broke my nose. Maybe this seems like a random transition, but stay with me here.

Once the shock and hilarity of the whole situation had passed I was left with one swollen, slightly crooked nose and two very black eyes. I couldn’t do anything to cover it up, to make my face look like my face. Not to mention, just touching the area was extremely painful. So, for two weeks my face was void of all makeup – for anyone who knows me this is a major adjustment on its own – and it was bruised black & blue and then a sickly yellowish green before slowly disappearing, leaving my face as it found it. Those two weeks were…different. When I went out in public, people stared and not in a good way. I avoided mirrors. I was being beyond pouty and vain about something that would eventually heal, a temporary injury with the full knowledge that there are people out there dealing with horrendous illnesses and terrible battles. That only made me feel more miserable. To put it simply, I didn’t handle it very well. Being stripped away of my image, of what I looked like without all of those things I relied on daily to “fix” my flaws.

But, my fiance came home every day and hugged me, kissed me and assured me I was still the love of his life. My friends were sympathetic but reminded me it would heal and told me, even if it was a white lie, that I was still beautiful. My family laughed at a situation that could only happen to me and made me laugh about it too.

I guess what I am trying to say is, this is what life was like for me for a really long time. That package, with the pretty little bow, was ripped open. And all of the mess, uncertainty, ugliness and disappointment was released from inside and I walked around with two very, very (figurative) black eyes. A lot of people didn’t like the unpackaged, less pretty version of my life and so they left – but I found it much less exhausting to be me, at both my best and my worst. Being a mess was a lot easier than pretending that I wasn’t one.

I owe a lot of that transition to Travis, my now fiance, the very first person in my life to see me completely – all of the good and every bit of the bad – and love me anyway. Also, a family, who I spent so many exhausting years trying to convince I had it all together…that I was a success….a rock – the person they could count on, they still loved me when they found out the truth. I make mistakes, lots of them. I think, maybe, they even loved me more. And the friends this transition brought into my life have been an epic blessing – its no longer a competition, a race, a battle to be the happiest, prettiest, most successful – instead its a circle of support, we all want each other to make it.

I’m going to come back to this blog, but this time, I’m going to make sure it is a reflection of who I am – not who I think other people want me to be.

It took 28 (almost 29) years to get here, to realize its okay to be a lot of sunshine mixed with a little bit of hurricane, to spend an entire day at home without ever actually putting on a pair of pants, to cry when things are sad or happy or overwhelming or for no good reason because….hormones, to eat an entire box of Mac n Cheese by myself and still have room for dessert. People will still love me if I forget to send a thank you note, a birthday card or I have to say no to a favor that was asked of me. It’s okay to miss a workout or not feel like doing that load of laundry or to keep the bed unmade for an entire week. The little snort at the end of my laugh is cute not embarrassing and if I want to wear something the rest of the world has deemed “out of style” I’m going to wear it, because I like it. Most of all, its okay to know what you want and its okay to do whatever you have to do to get it. I’ve learned to trust myself, to trust that I know what is best for me; you know when you have settled into the right life, with the right people because the littlest things bring happiness.

Waking up next to the person you love – knowing you’re the reason for the smile on their face, chatting openly and unabashedly with your best friends about some of those most embarrassing topics, a freshly mowed lawn, a perfectly cooked scallop, the love of a little boy who asks for nothing but some love back, folding clothes, drinking coffee, the flutter in my heart hearing the garage door open at the end of the day and knowing he’s home. This is life, this is contentment, this is me.

 

 

 

I’ve been terrified to write this. I’ve stared at the screen for several hours every week for many weeks willing the perfect words to escape my fingertips, willing the black letters on a white screen to come together in such a way that everyone would understand. “Ooohhh,” they’d say, “that poor girl, she has always meant well, even when she destroyed people.”

Today, I realized, there is nothing I could write, no rhetoric that would make sense to everyone….no such thing as a blog post that could comfort all of those I may have hurt.

And maybe the effort seems pointless, damaging even….but the truth is, living in the past is trying to destroy me. Living where all of the hurt we all caused each other has gone to die, where all of the bullets have settled amongst their wounds – that place bears no forgiveness from myself or anyone else.

“Learn to accept an apology you never got.” That’s the cliche, right? I can live with all of the apologies I never received, I find, though, that I struggle with the apologies I never distributed.

Right here, where I am in life, is absolutely imperfect. A large portion of the time is spent in absolute euphoria….but, a lot of the time it is sad, sometimes it is lonely, many times its confusing and in very small moments it is unbearable….but it is, without a doubt, absolutely where I am supposed to be.

I cannot put into words what it feels like when you find the place where you belong. I had never in my previous 27 years found it and it was not for lack of trying. Every decision I made, every place I landed – it was easy – but always wrong, I always felt at odds with my contentment.

I exist in a world I would have never created for myself and, somehow, it is everything I have ever wanted and needed. And yet, I am excruciatingly aware of all of the things and all of the people I have had to sacrifice for my own happiness, my own well being.

I won’t regret it. I haven’t yet and I never will. Even if this world is temporary it was worth every bit of anguish to be here for this precious amount of time.

I am deeply regretful that people had to suffer because it took me just a bit longer to find what I wanted, what I needed, what my own existence depended on. I was never one to leave destruction in my wake, but I was also never one to put my own needs before those around me.

I am sorry that it all happened at once. I am sorry that I couldn’t be everything I promised to all of the people in my life.

I hope this apology means forward progression, I hope it means I can leave it all behind, I hope that I means I can thrive. I guess most of all, I hope that all of those people who felt betrayed by my choices can wish me well.

I want the best for everyone I have ever loved and I can only hope they want the same for me.

 

 

I drink more coffee than a Gilmore.

(If you don’t get that reference…then you MUST park your butt on the couch and spend the next few weeks of your life watching Gilmore Girls on Netflix.)

Anyway…as I was saying, I drink more coffee than a Gilmore. Which means, I know my coffee and I know a great cup from a good cup and a good cup from a bad cup.

So, when Gusto coffee emailed me and asked me to do a review of their coffee I was more than willing. When I went to their website to do a bit more research and discovered that Gusto Coffee is not only passionate about the quality of their coffee but also the integrity of where that coffee comes from I was hooked. Fair trade and high quality is there mission and I was incredibly impressed by both.

I only became more impressed when the product arrived. The packaging, the logo and the overall presentation was idyllic!

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I was even more thrilled to have the chance to prepare the coffee from it’s “whole bean” form. I never get to use my coffee grinder and I find that coffee from whole beans is so much fresher and more satisfying than when purchased already ground!

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I was pleased to find that not only did the whole process feel exactly like making an amazing cup of coffee should feel it was also an AMAZING cup of coffee. The taste was rich without be overwhelming and the whole experience was extremely rewarding. When this bag is gone I am positive I will be purchasing more of this fantastic coffee!

This is the face of a happy coffee drinker!!

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Also, have to shout out the adorable “Like A Boss” coffee mug and my Jamberry nails. Find the mug here and the Jamberry nails here!

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When I look back on my beauty regime “fails” I always find myself focusing on my nails.

I’m so aware that rhymed. I can’t even help it.

But seriously…my nails only received special attention on very special occassions…prom, someone’s wedding or….when my mom offered to pay for my manicures.

As I have delved into the world of blogging and subsequently giving people beauty advice, I became brutally aware of all of my own beauty shortcomings.

Most importantly, my nails.

Unfortunately, my talent for brushing on the perfect eye shadow did NOT translate to slathering polish on my poorly cared for, cuticle consumed finger nails. And, so I took the usual Hayley approach…I dumped a bunch of money into the project. Spending $65-$75 every few weeks on a detailed shellac manicure that became less of a luxury and more of a chore.

And then one day I stumbled across Jamberry. I will admit that my previous experience with nail wraps was less than desirable – the application was time consuming and quite frequently ended with losing several of the wraps in my hair during a shampoo.

But, when a friend named Amy – who happens to be an independent Jamberry consultant insisted that I try the product to review, I couldn’t help but bite. Now, I’m hooked!

When the wraps arrived I was pleased to find that they were just as adorable in person as they appeared to be on the website. The only hard part is deciding which wraps to get, luckily, they are affordable enough you can choose several without breaking the bank

She insisted that I not only try out the wraps but also the mini dryer as well! Just to test out the effectiveness of the dryer I tried BOTH a blow dryer (which others had recommended if you did not have a mini dryer) and the mini dryer Jamberry sells. The mini dryer made all of the difference!! It made the entire process so much easier!

The official video gives you all of the application tips & tricks that you need!

The application is easy, quick and effective. These things don’t go anywhere until you want them too! And there are so many options and designs (and new ones keep on coming!!) that you can never get bored of your look.

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The adorable pattern is MORE THAN getting me through the last half of this winter! And I can’t wait to pick out some more!

Want some wraps (and a mini dryer!) of your own?

Visit Amy’s Facebook Page and Website to order some now!

Humans…each of us, bring our own pasts and our own personalities into every relationship we encounter.

I bring fear, lots of it. Fear of abandonment, fear of loss, fear of watching a person slowly drift away. Truth be told that has been the story that accompanied every relationship I have ever known in one way or another. Even if the person came back…at some point, they left.

I’m not trying to make anyone feel bad for me….no, instead….I’m trying to make us all pause to understand one another. My fear of abandonment causes me to push before they leave. Not ideal…what if they were never going to leave? Not permanently anyway.

Others fear engulfment, entrapment, loss of self, loss of a dream or a goal, loss in general.

We humans exist in this life projecting our fears on the people who surround us…it is a fucking pinball machine…all of us and our fears bumping against each other.

Why do we even bother?

I think I know why.

Because when we survive it. A rift. A fight. A war. When we reunite with a lost friend, or hug someone after we fought and cried and screamed….or even when we find the strength to forgive those people who never asked for it…when we send prayers to those who never bothered to send them to us….when we’ve passed it, the relief that follows is euphoric. The staggered breath we breathe in is unlike any oxygen we’ve ever encountered. We feel cleansed.

Just my thoughts for the night.

Fun stuff soon.

xoxo.

Life is so fucking weird.

If there is one thing I learned in 2014…it’s that. Life is weird, and what’s worse? Is it, or God, or whatever higher power you might believe in is absolutely calling the shots. You are not really in control of hardly anything.

Kind of a horrible feeling, amiright?

There is one thing, though…I feel like we have all been granted control of. Telling the people we care about…just how much we care about them while they are here, in our lives or on this planet.

I have always been an “I love you” girl. I grew up in a family that said it every time one of us exited a room. And I love that about myself. I love to tell people how much they matter, I love to make it clear to those in my life how important their presence is for my existence. But even with this sort of mentality…I forget. I forget how much a person might need to hear it. I take for granted the fact that someone should just know how much I love them.

This year I learned that you can’t predict the last time. You have absolutely no idea when the last time you talk to someone might be…people are separated every day; by death, by distance, by loss, by dreams, by goals, by choices.

So, today…tell them. All of those people that are still in your life, all of those souls that still circle your perimeter and matter….tell them so. Let them know.

Don’t play games with your significant other, don’t wait for your friend to reach out to you, don’t ignore your mom’s call while you’re on the phone with someone else…or right in the middle of your favorite TV show.

So, I guess this is my New Year’s Eve post…make your resolutions. Lose that weight, sleep more, read more, floss your teeth, but most of all…pick up the phone, take out a piece of paper, open a damn Facebook message and make it a habit to tell the important people just how important they are. It is a privilege to have them in your life…act like it.

Here’s to 2015!

Home Office Makeover

You guys…this has been like 3 years in the making. Ever since I bought this house I stared at this perfect little space that was to be my very own office.

Unfortunately, I never made the time to really fix the thing up. The walls were tan…the carpet was tan…and the furniture was old. It was the least attractive room of the house…and yet, I expected to come there and find inspiration. I didn’t. As a matter of fact, I found myself creating makeshift workspaces in literally every other room in the house…JUST so I could avoid this room. So silly!

So, earlier this fall, when my life took a dramatically different direction I decided there was no better way to embrace the change and newly found independence than by finally creating the inspirational and creative space I’ve always wanted so much.

I am pleased to say…3 months later, I’m absolutely in love with the space I’ve created. I feel comfortable here, I feel capable, indestructible and motivated. It was my first real project on my own…I painted, put together the furniture, tackled some obstacles and setbacks…but, I did it on my own.

Okay, I’ll shut up and just show you!

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Totally photo happy…but I just can’t help it, I’m obsessed!!

Hopefully you’re feeling ridiculously inspired to redo an area of your house or your life that you’ve been putting off!!

Now, tell me…what’s your favorite addition to the office?? 🙂

x,Hayley