I haven’t been writing. Or reading. Or meditating. Or journaling. Or moving. Or cooking. I’ve just been…existing. Like, I’ll read a click bait news article or throw together some dinner. But I haven’t been doing anything to mindfully nourish my mind and body. And it shows. I can feel it. It snuck up on me
Is anyone else feeling really anxious about “getting back out there”? My anxiety has kicked into full gear this past week with things starting to reopen. And it’s less about fear of the virus and more about changing my routine. Over the past couple of months, I have become used to staying home. When this
I can’t take the pressure anymore. I’m crumbling beneath it. The pressure to keep everyone’s spirits lifted. The pressure to keep the house clean. The pressure to keep up with the kids schooling. The pressure to respond to every group chat and email. The pressure to cook healthy meals. The pressure to sanitize every package
Mama, Your Self-Care Is NOT Selfish If you like sarcastic air quotes and dismantling of unhealthy coping mechanisms, then you’re going to want to continue reading. Here’s the thing. I’ve been “bad”. I’ve been “eating like crap” all summer. Traveling has thrown me off my “routine”. I haven’t been to the gym in a while.