School Holidays
Or alternatively, "Two weeks in which I become slightly irrationally motivated to solve every single problem/challenge/dilemma." Yes, my dear ones. Freed from the shackles of school morning circus tent-level stress, I rediscover that creative section of my brain, and ALL of the ideas flow. The temptation to dive in is very strong, I admit. But. (There's always a but. And suddenly the word 'but' looks weird, like is it really a word? Of course it is, but it still looks weird.) Moving on. I do a lot of thinking while driving, and for a stay-at-home parent, I do a strange amount of driving. Yesterday though, I was on my way to an appointment, and I was thinking that the process I'd started last year, of working towards wellness, got rather derailed. Having resumed the process, I have observed that I am the only one who can make my self-care a priority. I really hate this phrase. The word 'self' in particular. I cannot even explain why. Again, I