There is no tired worse than when your soul is tired.
I have been telling people when I would have a few moments of peace that those moments were good for my soul.
The other day, it all collapsed on me at once. It wasn’t one thing it was multiple things.
The thing that really got me thinking that I needed to care for my soul was when they found my neighbor dead.
At that point, I decided my soul needed to rest. It needed care, I wasn’t sure how to start; I began by emptying out. My journal has been busy. I have been writing about all those things that were making me weary.
I didn’t use this time to make anything. I haven’t even stepped foot in my workroom. I cleaned my living space. It tends to get cluttered when my mind is cluttered.
I filled up, I listened to only music that inspired me. I joined the local gym to take care of my body, I read a book about a strong woman that I admire.
I took some time to relax and watch some movies that make me laugh.
I gave myself a facial, I gave myself a pedicure and a manicure, I took care of my skin.
I fed my mind and my body and ultimately my soul.