How do I bare this weight that I cannot bare?
The fluctuations in feelings, where we find the ability to rise above the fray, to enter the truth of adulthood learning that things don’t always turn out the way we thought they might, but we must live through them anyway. That was the day I became a care partner, and, in earnest, I practiced self-care rituals.
Self-care does not have to be a girl’s night out or a night on the town, or an escape weekend or a three-month solo hike along the Pacific Crest Trail. It can be something small like a ten-minute walk, a cup of tea, a delicious phone call with a friend, or writing in your gratitude journal. We all have something to be grateful for and we all have a purpose.
“Whatever happens to you belongs to you. Make it yours. Feed it to yourself even if it feels impossible to swallow. Let it nurture you because it will;” great advice from Cheryl Strayed.
Cheryl Strayed was born in 1968 and her description begins: she is an American memoirist, a novelist, an essayist, and a podcast host and that just about sums her up, right? Not quite. More about her tomorrow.
P.S. Happy birthday to my older son! I love you.