When my Mom was pregnant with me, she had a hiatal hernia, so the doctor told her not to eat solid foods at night. That’s when she turned to ice cream and who could blame her? Every night she’d watch the 11:00 news and let that cool sweet creamy nectar slide down her throat, into her belly and into my bloodstream.
Since I’m all in on this month of self-care (Gelf-care) and my foot is bothering me now (oy), I decided to take a yoga class. The instructor, Mardi, talked about making space in your life. Something I am admittedly not good at.
I fill up my calendar with meetings and activities.
I have too much stuff in my apartment and need to purge.
My devices are constantly reminding me to upgrade my icloud storage because I’m almost at capacity. They’re like my own portable bouncer.