Nothing is wrong but it's just not right.

Today it is raining and kind of dreary outside.

All I want to do is curl up and go back to bed. 

In fact I've felt like I just need to be wrapped in
a blanket of comfort all week. 

I'm not sick but I just don't feel right. Ever feel like that? 

When I get to feeling like that I know I need a wellness day.

When I was younger my mom would have mental health days. 

She'd call them her "I'm too well to go to work and
deal with nonsense" days.

Sometimes I'd be off with her and we'd make soup
and grilled cheese sandwiches eating them in bed with her.

Sometimes we'd watching old black and white movies on TV.

Sometimes we'd just talk.

I've been thinking a lot about my mom these last few days.

Still grieving her physical absence even though she's been gone
for nearly two years.

And on these weepy kinda days I'm extra gentle and show myself some
much needed love. 

I started last night, mothering myself with a cup of soup and a grilled cheese sandwich in bed.

I watched old Sherlock Holmes movies in bed.

And wrote a letter to my mom.

How about you dear ones?  

Has it been too long since the last time you mothered yourself? 

Get your calender out and schedule a date. 

Keep this time as an unbreakable sacred appointment.  

If there is one thing the ritual of taking tea has taught me is that I deserve
as much nurturing as I give to others. 

You do as well.

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