You’ve dumped the laundry on the bed and it’s been there for…a while.
The kids have screamed all day, feels like.
(Or maybe their volume knob has just gotten stuck on ‘high?’ I wish kids came with a volume knob.)
Work..ugh, work. Goddamn work. Can a person actually call in with ‘fuck off’ as your excuse?
Dinner. Shopping. Cleaning. The meeting with the doctor. The fundraiser.
You’ve barely had time alone – someone always seems to need you.
You can feel the sense of tired + frazzled in your body. Your mind is like: “danger, Will Robinson!”
And you feel like you could cry.
Please do this for me, dear modern woman: push the laundry to the other side of the bed and have a good cry.
Fall down on the bed and weep.
Open your mouth and breathe those gulping breaths of a good, deep cry.
Let the tears flow and feel all the feelings of stress, tired, sadness, frustration, and aloneness.
Let your body contract and convulse with the sobs that want out.
It’s okay. And you need it.
I believe that self-care for women is really important. We need time away from family and responsibilities- even if that time is just a bubblebath (freaking ALONE!) twice a week. We need a time and place where we are nourished- where we are giving something back to ourselves so we don’t run dry.
But when we’re overwhelmed or stressed, self-care can feel like a bridge too far. Another To Do item. And, honestly, it can feel like one more freaking person to take care of when I’ve already got 5 zillion of them to take care of.
So, let’s stop. Let’s surrender to what is actually happening right now. Right now we are overwhelmed, overstressed, worn out, tired and it’s okay to surrender to that. It’s okay to lay down and cry.
Usually, when I have a good cry, I find that I’m a little lighter on the other side of it. I think that there is a space that gets created when we say, “Yeah, I accept that this is what’s happening right now. I’m overwhelmed and I need to cry.” We’re not fighting it anymore.
When we stop fighting it, there comes space. Space that…I don’t know- it’s a space that lets me breathe easier. A space where there’s a little more energy to do what I gotta do. A space where there is possibility and hope and I don’t feel quite so much like I’m in a hole.
If you need a good cry, take it.
Surrender is self-care, too.