Originally posted on The Art of Simple.
Self care should be simple. Carve out some time, then use it to do what fills you up.
But I’ve found if I have a couple hours “off” on a Saturday during naptime, I’m torn.
Should I hike? Go shopping and treat myself? Meet a friend for lunch? Try to write?
It’s circuit overload, and sometimes I just shut down and I waste half my “me time” on social media. When I come home from a long day at work and finally finish my second shift of dinner, bath, bedtime, and cleanup, all I want is to melt into the couch to the glow of Netflix, but that’s not usually what brings rest to my weary soul.
Since when did self care get so complicated?