I personally hate that term, but it takes us all to the same place, so that's what I'm using.
Right on schedule the lilies* in the backyard are blooming. They've been blooming for a while, but the fragrant ones are now in full flower and scent. A couple have broken off so we also have some stems inside. The scent is subtle, but intoxicating.
Why do I hate "self care"? The term seems to signal something special we need to do. In fact, we can do self care throughout our day. Then, go enjoy that mani-pedi, facial, lunch out, whatever it is, but focus on the basics, not the special stuff.
- Exercise as appropriate.
- Eat well and in moderation.
- Sit down to eat (never put food in your mouth when you aren't focused!).
- Enjoy treats:
- call a friend
- look at photos or art
- schedule something you want to do (looking forward is huge to self care)
- make a special food
- Drink in moderation (if you choose).
- Enjoy your surroundings (stop and smell the roses/lilies), admire your flowers, tend your veggies & fruit).
- Take a few minutes to read, reflect, stare into space.
- Knit with yarn that brings you pleasure.
I am trying Tamoxifen. Not loving the side effects (I feel like my uterus is getting ready to menstruate--really, that hasn't happened for 12 years!) and my vision seems a little wonky. I agreed to try it for 30 days. I'm drinking raspberry leaf tea which is supposed to make my uterus happier.
I've been getting things off my lists in the knitting department. I don't have a good project going for when I just need to knit and can't think (another side effect). I have shortened a couple of sleeves and now need to finish the knitting, I knit a swatch, but don't like the gauge, so I will do another one, I'm done with the back armhole shaping on my tank top, and I am joining pieces from my knitter. I almost always do the finishing, because everyone hates it, and I don't. It is a good time to reflect on what I want to say about a particular design.
*The bunnies (Mitch's nemeses) ate all the gladiolas planted in the ground, so the one in the photo survived because it is in a raised bed. Damn the bunnies.