Chelsea Spack
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I love life!
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The Kindness Revolution
So, here’s the thing. I’ve been a fan of KINDNESS for a long time. I’m a long time believer in the impact of small, seemingly insignificant acts of kindness. I love finding ways to spread kindness. I love hosting “Kindness Challenges”on my Instagram from time to time, encouraging people to intentionally be kind to someone for no reason. In addition, I started an IGTV series called COFFEE+CREATIVITY, where I talk ALOT about kindness and how it can fuel our creativity (while drinking a cup of coffee, of course). A couple of years ago, for my birthday, I hosted a fundraiser for CHARITY:WATER, an amazing organization helping countries across the globe get access to clean water. The event took place at a cycling studio where my friends and I sweated it out while raising money for people to have access to clean water. But recently, I was the recipient of some kindness and it impacted me in a big way: it reminded me of the huge, revolutionary effect a small act of kindness can have. I’ve attached here an episode of my previously mentioned IGTV series where I discuss this stranger’s kindness (start at 0:48)!
By Chelsea Spack3 years ago in Motivation
The Visit
It had been a year, almost to the day. Sadie didn’t think her heart could break anymore than it already had. Of course it was raining today. Sadie could remember the incessant rain a year ago, as if the sky itself was weeping for her dad. She remembered the puddles at the gravesite, and everyone trying to stay dry under the small white tent while the pastor spoke a few words before the burial. But most of the events of that week were a blur: getting the call in New York that his heart had failed and he had died during what was supposed to be a “minor” surgery, flying home to Cincinnati, the funeral, the speech she gave (what the heck did she even say?), the sea of faces of friends, family, and strangers as they hugged her. She definitely remembered the rain, however. For 5 days in a row, it had rained nonstop. It had rained during the visitation, the funeral, the burial, and the meals with family that followed. It rained heavy. Everything was wet. The earth was mourning the loss of the greatest man Sadie had ever known.
By Chelsea Spack3 years ago in Families
Hidden Away in The Heart of Hollywood
It’s 7am, and I’m just waking up. I start the coffee pot and do some stretches while it brews. Finally, collagen-enhanced coffee in hand, I make my way over to my SPOT. The spot I’m at each and every morning. The spot where I sit, breathe, process, meditate, dream, journal, and start my day. The spot is nothing fancy, nothing complicated. It’s the chair by the window. It waits for me every morning, and welcomes me like an old friend. There’s a plush blue blanket on the chair that I burrow under as I sip my coffee and crack open my journal. I take a deep breath and look out the window, allowing my mind to daydream. Not only is my spot nothing fancy, the view from my spot is nothing spectacular. It’s ordinary. But that’s just it: this is the spot where I practice enjoying the ordinary things in life. I am aware of each and every sound outside, awake to the early-morning coming-and-going of neighbors, and can hear the distant hum of traffic.
By Chelsea Spack3 years ago in Humans
The most delicious gratitude-trigger
This Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for chocolate. Because dear God, we all could use some freakin’ chocolate after the year we’ve had. But really, I’m thankful for chocolate because of what it represents. Chocolate is a state of mind. Chocolate is slowing down and smelling the roses. Chocolate is luxury. Chocolate is simplicity. Chocolate is being in the moment and enjoying life.
By Chelsea Spack3 years ago in Feast
The Bold Red Lip
“Give a woman the right lipstick and she can conquer the world.” —Unknown. I believe in the power of a bold, red lip. We’ve all witnessed a woman walk into the room, and immediately all eyes are on her. Every head turns to catch a glimpse as she passes by them. There is a palpable energy exuding from her. She is simultaneously fierce and kind, strong yet gentle, sexy and approachable. She seems to have the kind of confidence that grabs life by the horns, opens wide her arms to love, and smiles at the future.
By Chelsea Spack3 years ago in Motivation
Stella Goes To a Diner
“Why am I all by myself at 9:30pm on a Saturday night in New York City?!” I thought to myself, as I wandered slowly down the sidewalk. The movie was great, (more than great, romantic-comedies are my FAVORITE and this one was particularly romantic AND comedic) but too short, and if I went back to my apartment now, my middle-aged roommates would think I had no social life. How is it that Jo, the 65-year-old musical theatre actress, had more of a social life than me? I’m 27. I’m in the prime of life. I live in New York City! Most nights, I’m in bed watching Netflix by 10:30pm. Being that it was Saturday, I had decided to go out to the movies. (I know, I know, WILD night). Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE seeing movies by myself. But after awhile, you start to wonder if you’re weird. Being alone so much. Not having more friends. More plans. Maybe I just push people away? Maybe I’ve turned down too many social opportunities in the past and people have given up inviting me. Maybe I’m afraid of people getting too close.
By Chelsea Spack4 years ago in Humans