Self-care has many looks…
Yesterday felt heavy. I cannot explain it. I simply felt the weight. My head and heart and soul were heavy. I didn’t try to push through it, but neither did I just sit with it or wrestle with it. I brought it with me.
I kind of got dressed- not one of my planned costumes for a specific audience or destination, I literally tossed on a long sweatshirt dress thing- grabbed my keys and walked into the air. I like my hybrid RAV4 more and more as moments & miles go by. It was a nice day. I opened the sunroof and turned up the volume. It was a good shuffle. I soaked in the sun and the music for many miles. Almost home, seemingly without thought, I diverted my car into a Golden Arches drive through. French fries and paints and yarn accompanied a movie that pulled tears and induced laughter and an unplanned, but much enjoyed nap followed. I didn’t chase away the heaviness, rather I lived peacefully with it. I’ll call that a win.
