We all hear the buzzwords self care more than ever these days. Every
where you turn, a lifestyle blogger, health guru, or magazine article
shares insight on ways to treat yo self to some basic T.
While I love modern discussions as much as the next girl, I’m aware
sometimes it just doesn’t fit and you have to reset what isn’t working.
For example, some weeks I am just done by the tine Friday hits. Hell, a
rough Wednesday or Thursday has crept in there, too, requiring a pause
and reflection for how best to naturally beat a funk or a “feeling of
less than stellar”.
Here my top self care reset ideas for your consideration:
Drink water: Warm it with some lemon, try some green tea for an
antioxidant boost, or just plain old room temperature is a sure way to
get the boost to feeling a bit better.
Face it: Fewer things feel as good as a really great face mask. I love
charcoal in particular lately and always feel refreshed and restored and
ready to ‘face’ another day. See what I did t…
The middle part. Perhaps like real food, is this the
juiciest part? I don’t know why or what got into her but she not usually
isn’t a newer or eater of non edible items. My girl is sophisticated;
enjoys edamame with a little sea salt, broiled chicken, and sweet potato
dog cookies, she’s not some gremlin with an anything goes pallet.
The number one thing that has changed with Roni since Pepper went to
sleep would be her appetite. She eats, yes, but she’s veryyyyy
particular. She won’t eat just to eat anymore. Like dogs do, she was
always quick to scarf down food or treats because she worried Pepper
would beat her to it. She be little but she is fierce when it comes to
Roni, girl! You don't need to eat crayons! I'll meal prep for you, too!
Anyhow, we don’t love her new decision making abilities and would love
it if she did not do such a mongrel thing to do. My little angel baby,
love colorfully in a better way.
I’m lying in bed, next to a snoring husband and my baby girl dogter
sprawled out cozy as can be, while the rain falls down upon our roof.
Gone are the days of spending a Saturday night downtown at a club,
throwing beers back in a honky think, or galavanting around to anywhere
with the lights on.
And I’m not mad about it. Not even a little bit. There is tilt no place
I’d rather be than with hunter, Roni and our comfy sweet little home
happily netflixing and writing this here post. It’s a good feeling
I count my blessings extra on nights like this and say a few additional
prayers for love and comfort to continue on. I truly don’t ask for more
than health, happiness, and love. Anything else is gravy.