The poet Nayyirah Waheed wrote:
All the women in me.
The woman in me is tired. The wife in me is tired. The mother in me is tired. The chaplain in me is tired. The runner in me is tired. I could go on, but the reality is that all the women in me are tired.
God has has a wonderful way of meeting our needs before we need them. In mid-December a sister-friend reached out to plan a girls overnight getaway. We set a date. We made our plans. And then snowmaggedon happened, so we had to reschedule.
Fast forward a few weeks...
In the midst of this, self care took a back seat. In my case, self care got tied up and locked in the trunk and the key was thrown into a ditch. My sleep was disrupted. My mood, well, moody. My eating was full of junk. And the weight piled on—physical, emotional and spiritual weight. Until yesterday. At our secret getaway spot, a place I’ve visited every now and then since hubby and I were engaged, my girls and I engaged all of our senses and I relaxed in a way I haven’t in a really long time. Friday was filled with giggles and girl talk, poolside lounging and pool slides, miles and sumptuous meals. And sleep. Solid, straight, serene sleep.
This morning I woke up more refreshed than I’ve felt in years. I wish I was exaggerating, but since having children and especially as a working mother, tired is my default setting. Anyhow, I woke up ready for the world. I hit the gym. We cooked breakfast in our suite and ate our meal as we listened with nods of affirmation and old Black church woman grunts to a talk given by Tiffany Dufu (author of Drop the Ball: Achieving More by Doing Less, a book I’m returning to after I post this). Breakfast was followed by time at the spa. I chose the Brown Sugar Body Scrub and it did not disappoint. I was almost too relaxed to drive home, but the 90 minutes in the car was the perfect segue between retreat and the beautiful chaos that is my life.
The hymnwriter put it this way:
“I feel better, so much better, since I laid my burdens down...”
I do feel better. And I laid down the stress and strain that I’ve been experiencing as of late. This weekend was a reminder that I am worthy of love and care and rest and good food and movement and that in order for me to thrive in challenging situations that I must make me a priority in life giving ways.
Here are some pictures from the weekend:
Big or small, what are you doing to care for yourself?