Over the summer, I wrote this post about not being well and honoring it.
Ally commented that she is not very good at self-care. I've wondered why so many women are missing out on the tender nurture we give to so many others. And I have to guess that it's the critic at work again. The critic suggesting that if we (for instance) eat the last two pieces of bread, we aren't taking care of our families. We should leave that bread for them.
Suggest to yourself a walk, a bit of journal play, a day off without any reason at all. What is the first thing that pops to mind. A year ago, I would have said .. "oh I should be *blah, blah, blah-ing*."
Where does that little voice come from? I'm clearly thinking about this as I write because this is new territory for me. I'm really not sure. At all.
But how about it, wise readers? What do you think?