A lot of the phrases I hear when I talk to super busy people about self care are, "I should," "I need to," "I have to," plus extremely loud sighs. If you're already overworked, having a laundry list of the stuff you've GOTTA do to take care of yourself can be overwhelming!
How on earth can you get all of your work done, take the dog to the vet, run your errands, get the trash to the curb, pay the bills, drop off food for your sick neighbor, call your mom, AND feed yourself
We all want a good night’s sleep. But sometimes it’s just not happening.
A new medication gives you night sweats. The neighbor’s car alarm keeps going off. The kids want endless glasses of water. You’re worried something is wrong with the cat and she may need to go to the vet. Or you just can’t put your finger on why, but your brain won’t shut down.
On top of not being able to fall asleep, an annoying voice pipes up:
“Even if I fall asleep this very second, I’m going
There was a time when I thought the number one most important thing that anyone needed to know about self care was how to get a good night's sleep. Later, I thought it might be exercise or stress management or deep breathing. I still think those things are important, but they are just things that you do to take care of yourself.
Compassion is the actual foundation of self care.
Once you can be compassionate with yourself through the full spectrum of your emotions, action
Even though seated meditation can be restorative and powerful, let me be honest. Some days, it's really hard.
Sometimes sitting is physically uncomfortable – your back feels creaky, your foot falls asleep, or you have indigestion.
Sometimes being totally still and quiet means that painful emotions bubble to the surface. You may not be ready to deal with them yet.
Sometimes it just feels boring.
On the days those things are true, we can notice the discomfort object
I’m writing you this letter from my front step. It's an unusually warm February day and I'm wondering how I’d like to spend the rest of my afternoon, after I hit send. It’s my birthday, and I’m stepping out of work early and taking tomorrow off to enjoy the sunshine and be quiet with myself.
Maybe I’ll roll out my yoga mat on the lawn. Or I might curl up on the couch with my journal and a cup of tea. Or just sit outside and daydream.
These are not the kind of things that
Here’s something I wish I learned before I people-pleased, overworked, criticized, and overextended myself into burnout years ago:
You don’t have to earn self care.
Too often we put off our needs until we meet our unspoken requirements for worthiness. For many of us, productivity is one of the biggest requirements.
Before we deserve rest, boundaries, or nourishment, we bargain that we first have to accomplish, succeed, and give, give, give.
Oof. The marathon just t
Last month, my partner invited me to his work celebration of his recent publication. I joined Mark and his lab mates at an arcade on a Thursday night, with two goals in mind: celebrate Mark and find Whack-a-mole.
If you’re unfamiliar with Whack-a-mole, it’s an old, mechanical, tabletop game. You insert your token and pick up a heavily padded mallet. Your job is then to whack colorful plastic “moles” on the head as they pop out of the table. It’s immensely satisfying.
Something I often hear from clients after private yoga lessons is, “I wish I could do this right before bed. I would sleep so well!”
That’s where one of the best parts of private yoga comes in: the personalized “homework” between sessions. Yoga homework can be poses, breathing practices, meditations, and/or relaxation exercises that feel manageable for your schedule and intentional for your needs.
Sometimes that’s a few poses you can do in the office or a brief meditati
I was a theater kid in high school. One of my favorite parts of performing was the moment of darkness at the opening of the show, just before light beamed onto the stage. The audience was quiet with anticipation and the actors were in our places.
Worries over what was to come, whether it was my first note, the hazards of wobbling in costume heels, or enunciating the tricky part of my monologue, all of it disappeared. During that still and silent pause between preparing an