There was a time, many years ago, that I didn’t understand what hitting a wall felt like. I had a full deck of cards, and all the energy in the world. Of course, this was before kids. And before my body decided to hit me for six. Again, and again.
Before I got tired.
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I must admit, my hands were sweating a little as I sat in the doctor’s office. Being here was something I had run through my head many dozen times before. I had asked my DH to book the appointment, knowing that if it had been up to me, I would never have picked up the phone. Continue reading “Labels: from Self-Doubt to Self-Discovery”
Sometimes, self-care is a must. And today, I’d like to share with you one of my adventures in – er – self-care.
About a year ago, I decided I needed a few extra items in my wardrobe. I had a pile of material, (alas, the remains of a only once-used baby carrier that J rejected instantly – she hated being wrapped as a baby, so my pre-birth plans of no prams went out the window and the material went back into storage), so I thought, why not make a skirt?
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