on self care being really darn hard
I sat in the lobby of the building my counselor works out of this morning, breathing a deep sigh of relief that I’d made it to my appointment. It may not seem like a big deal – to make it to a simple appointment But you see; this was the third attempt I’d had to make this visit happen. Two bouts of illnesses running their course through our home had started to make me feel like I should just give up on counseling altogether. But, the stars aligned today for me to get there. My girls went back to school after three consecutive snow days (for the love!), I spent thirty minutes defrosting and scraping off my van in weather that made me seriously question my decision to live in Canada, and I drove my son to a new friend’s house to be looked after. I’d even managed to arrive a few minutes early. Deep in contemplation, I found myself thinking, “self care is really darn hard!”. While I really do think the attention that is being drawn to the self care movement is a positive thi...
