Floss!

You know you're taking care of yourself when you start flossing again. At least that's how it is for me. I've been in a funk, but recently found my old yoga dvd and have started that up again. My journal pages are almost sequential and my laundry basket is nearly empty. The people at the gym suprisingly remember who I am and yes, I'm flossing. I'd be lying if I said this past week wasn't rough. It was. I won't go into the details, they really don't matter. What matters is that I've been in-hiding as of late and I just don't want to be there anymore. I want to be out in the open again, exploring again, loving again, trusting again, being me. So I've started taking the easiest steps to do that. Mom always knew when I was in a funk and the first thing she told me to do was clean my space from top to bottom. She's right, it's a simple thing you can do just for you and it feels like you've just given yourself a gift. My droopy plants appreciate the efforts too, I'm sure. I haven't been singing, and that's always a sign that something's off. It seems like I've been sick with several variations of the flu for the last few months. It's so wierd and frustrating not to be able to speak properly, let alone sing. But hopefully, fingers crossed, the flu bugs have had their fill of me.