Yesterday I wrote about needing a vacation. A day off of all the stuff that calls my attention. Within 30 minutes of sharing that post, I started towards bed. My flipflopped foot met a dog bone I didn’t see in the hall. The long, slow mo, hands-full attempt to not fall failed. I went down hard. Just like that, I was granted a healing day. Scraped up and bruised, I found the places that didn’t hurt and got up off the hard floor. I was very aware in the moment that there is a big difference between healing time and taking a break. I need a break and I’ll make that happen so my body doesn’t feel it needs to create one. My self care was resting sore muscles while making a promise to myself to have the kind of break I need. Soon.
