I recently got sick traveling home from a great trip. I ended up with a weird combination of the flu, strep, and an ear infection, followed by a ruptured eardrum and laryngitis. I was so sick that all work and most other responsibilities, including those that had already backlogged while I was traveling, had to be put on hold.
I’m grateful that I was able to get the support I needed and that I was able to ask for and receive help. There was a time when postponing meetings,
Have you ever done a social media search for the term "self care?" The search results tend to be dominated by fancy bath products, essential oils, and beautifully photographed meals. To a passerby, it might look like self care is pretty luxurious.
I'm not saying that face masks and $8 smoothies aren't good ways to nurture yourself. They can be pretty great even if the effects wear off in a couple of hours. However, the self care that has the biggest impact on our daily liv
There's a weird self improvement philosophy that takes positive thinking to the extreme by suggesting that we only experience negative feelings because our mindset is messed up. The idea is that if you can just look at the world through a positive lens, you can be done with negative feelings and transform your life for the better!
That simplicity sounds tempting, right? Unfortunately, the positivity-or-bust approach can start to look less like stepping into a transformed li
I teach a pose in my yoga classes that I've been calling the “funky flamingo.”
Obviously the funky flamingo isn’t a sacred, ancient yoga pose! It’s just a fun shape with a silly name that can become part of your yoga practice when you bring your attention, breath, and compassion to it.
If you’re curious, here’s a version of it: There's a lot going on! Chair pose, a heel squeezing up to challenge the hamstrings, a twist, plus balance. If you're having a tough balance day
Don't forget to save your spot at the Self Care Day Retreat on May 7! Ever since I was little, my gap-free thighs have built friction when I walk that could set a fire. That friction has destroyed many beloved pairs of jeans.
Today, I said goodbye to two trusty pairs of pants that have worn threadbare in the inner thighs: black exercise pants and a pair of skinny jeans.
In the past, this would have sent me on a shame spiral that, yet again, my thighs betrayed me. My leg
When I was in middle school, I felt humiliated by my sensitivity for what seemed like the millionth time in my life, during a friend’s sleepover. My friend put a new action movie, The Fugitive, into the VHS player, and no more than 10 minutes in, onscreen violence sent my anxiety through the roof.
The other girls looked calm, while I desperately wanted to run from the room. But leaving might mean embarrassing myself or worrying someone else, so I stayed for the uncomfortab
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
Do you ever hear a term so many times that it starts to lose its meaning? “Self care” can be one of those terms. It’s so ever-present that it’s easy to overlook a key part: care.
We don’t always extend the care we give others to ourselves.
We listen to our friends’ worries, affirm their feelings, and remind them that we’ve got their backs no matter what.
Even though we scold the dog for peeing on the rug, we later remind him, “Awww, you’re such a good boy!”
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.