I swear to God, I was going to wait until 2018 to start “cleaning and greening” my beauty and personal care products. After all, it’s the holidays and work is picking up, and so is everything else…and the last thing I want to put on my plate is another “challenge”
I have a weird hangup about writing about wellness stuff. It’s a topic I’m inclined towards — because I do have a wonky thyroid and it affects my life, relationships, energy and parenting, and I’m trying to feel better. But I hate a lot of the discourse around wellness —
It wasn’t really a conscious New Year’s thing, but a few weeks ago I picked up some essential oils on sale at Meijer. I’ve been wanting to mess with oils for awhile, but I always tend to forget to check them out when I’m shopping. But there they were, two
See that picture above? That was me on one of my lowest, saddest days as a new mom. No sleep for days, both of us ill, crying baby, crying mom…I felt intensely lonely and overwhelmed, convinced that my spirit and life were ruined and I would never recover. Both of
I had a very bad day recently. Maybe you know the kind: you slept poorly, you’re hit with some kind of task that boomerangs into five other “urgent” ones and your toddler won’t stop hitting you, even while he clings to you like a sweaty, sticky needful barnacle. You’re saddled
I was all set to write a little semi-inspirational post about health and fitness as part of my whole inquiry into a beautifully reasonable #goodenough life. I was going to write about how perfectionism is rampant in health, and how true wellness is about listening to and honoring your body’s
