Love More, Judge Less
I’m tired but I am a working mother. I need to go to work. I need to parent my children. I need to get up, every single day. I need to be everything for everyone every day. So I keep getting up. I keep moving. I keep doing. I drink pots of coffee. Someday I won’t be so tired. Right?
Believe it or not, I am coming off one of the best summers of my life. No big trips, not much in the way of going out or dressing up or really anything Instagram-worthy other than cute kids. This year, the little things made a big impact.
Coffee and wine. Coffee. Wine. That’s, like, our thing, right moms? “After being up with the kids all night there is just not enough coffee in the world.” “Is it too early for wine ‘cause I am ridiculously stressed right now.” I think I say these exact phrases several times a week.
I have tried, with some success, to incorporate the typical basics when it comes to self-care into my life. Admittedly, I can always do better job of moving my needs up the priority spectrum. The room for improvement is directly linked to my lack of time. It’s not that I want to neglect myself. But
Last week I wrote a post about how I basically don’t even know what self-care is. Seriously, I had to google it to find the definition for my post. I wrote about how I am finally acknowledging that after several difficult years, my emotional reserves are gone. Helping other people is at the core of
According to a Google search (because of course I had to Google what exactly self-care is): Self care includes any intentional actions you take to care for your physical, mental and emotional health. Good self-care is a challenge for many people and it can be especially challenging for survivors of interpersonal violence and abuse. It
This post is for you. Yes, you. I know you. While you’re reading this, you have at least three other things going on in your head. If you’re lucky, you may be drinking a cup of coffee. You may have a child on your hip, or you may be at work, sneaking in a little
As I prepare to write this, I am fantasizing about rocking the fetal position under my desk, or perhaps taking a sick day and hiding under soft covers instead. I live in a rather ironic balancing act between being an extreme introvert and yet being passionately called to roles that put me in front of
In a pool, the “gutter” is the gateway to the filtration system. Water gets pulled into the gutter to be filtered, before being sent back in. In large pools, the gutter runs the entire length of a pool. The gutter lane is a fascinating lane. I am just learning about it, as I’ve only just occupied it. I joined a
I like having a schedule. Since I’ve been home with my daughter full time I haven’t really needed to take as much care with a schedule since our days are less structured and I simply don’t have the same volume of meetings, events and obligations as I did when I was working a nine-to-five –
