These past few weeks have been filled with a lot of remembering boundaries.
In the second week of February this year, I…
1. fell pregnant unexpectantly
2. had COVID for the first time
3. said goodbye to my bestie’s mum and
4. was evicted from my office
My morning sickness was through the roof for the next three months, my weekly structure was out the window, and my cabin fever was next level. It was the worst!
It took a meltdown, two hashbrowns and coke, and four hours on the grass at King's Park a few weeks ago to remember how well my structure worked, including Tuesdays for self-care appointments.
No, it wasn’t my daily meditation, breathwork or time with my medicine drum that saved me. Instead, my real-life, practical, daily humanness and inner boundaries did it.
It was remembering that although I was inspired to make a drum on a Sunday, saying no to myself because drum-making is for Wednesdays and Thursdays.
It was remembering to ignore an email at 9:30 pm on a Saturday because Mondays and Fridays are admin days.
It was remembering to book a facial and pregnancy massage for a Tuesday afternoon and sleep the rest of the day.
