Last week, I started an experiment. I wanted to practice my idea of radical self-care: to get ready for bed. No, really. To take ACTUAL care of myself. I’ve done experiments like this before (I’m going to yoga everyday! I’m going to make a new smoothie everyday!) and quickly figured out that anything labeled “everyday” instantly goes to the area of my brain labeled SABOTAGE and dies. A nightly routine eludes me. I tend to buzz around all day and…
Wonderful happenings have been occurring left and right. Best friends’ weddings, amazing traveling adventures, dream opportunities. Gratitude has been abuzz and a-plentiful. Ideas and inspiration were flowing faster than my ability to record them. That’s why I was surprised when recently, I hit a wall: the I-just-want-to-binge-watch-tv-and-eat-cookies wall. It didn’t seem fueled by the familiar culprits of exhaustion and overwhelm, and since I eat cookies often, it didn’t seem fueled by a sugar craving (or crash). I couldn’t understand the…