self care

It reached a balmy 56 degrees in Michigan’s upper Thumb today. Cloudless blue skies above, grass greening up nicely below following last night’s storm. Amazing how lightning triggers nitrogen in the earth, in turn zapping nature’s spring sleepy-heads awake and prompting them to shake off their winter drabs in earnest.

I coaxed hubby out for a short walk after lunch then settled in to get some writing and business tasks done.

That’s when it hit.

Rounds of wide yawns. Droopy eyelids. The sudden urge to chuck it all and indulge in an afternoon nap.

So I did.

There wasn’t anything on my agenda that couldn’t wait an hour or two. Often there are, and I would have nixed the nap. But today there was space so I took advantage of the opportunity. It’s a simple form of self-care that I cherish.

I know what it’s like to overdo things. When the body breaks down and refuses to function. Years ago I suffered through Acute Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS). Months of barely able to function.