Each week I send out a “Love Note” email on Wednesdays. (Want in? Click here.) It’s part of the usual routine. Each Tuesday is writing day and I get it written and ready to go out at 6am Wednesday morning. This week’s love note was late.
So, I’ve been a bit of a crankypants lately. I have all sorts of reasons why in my head. Not big OMG type things. Just…crankypants kinds of things. It’s hot and my air conditioning isn’t working (and I am totally a winter sort of gal!
Last weekend I did something I haven’t done in at least a decade. I shut down my phone, my iPad, and my computer for 3 days. Unplugged. Disconnected. Not in service. For the first 12 hours or so, it felt like I’d lost an appendage
Well, ok, not literally dying. My body and spirit are still trucking along together just fine. My old self-identity, my ideas of who I was, that is what was dying in December. December was a painful month. I’m not gonna lie. It was an annoyingly
“I don’t know,” she muttered in frustration. I waited half a beat, looking silently at my client. She rolled her eyes and said, “yeah, yeah, I know. I do too know.” And she did. A few seconds later she rattled of exactly what she wanted
A friend recently said to me how impressed she was by how well I practiced self-care. It gave me a bit of a start because at the time, I was feeling especially tired and worn out…even though I was engaging in several self-care activities. In
I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with self-care. I love the results of practicing good self-care – energy, passion for life, happiness, feeling great physically, mentally, and emotionally, feeling connected to myself and to those around me…just to name a few. But actually
Anyone who tells you self-care is all sunshine and daisies is full of shit. In my opinion anyway 🙂 Self-care can be gentle and sweet, of course. It’s doesn’t have to be complicated or difficult. An afternoon nap. Smoothing on your favorite lotion. Laughing with