I tend to forget I have a body until it starts screaming at me to pay attention. I chalk it up to being a writer, a workaholic, a too-tall, too-busty kid who grew up uncomfortable under the male gaze. It’s always felt easier to live in my head and ignore the rest.
But bodies are meant to be lived in. They need attention, care, and love. And when they don’t get those things, they get cranky.
At least mine does.
May had its highs — plenty of them, actually — but right now, my physical health is a notable low. I’m on day six of a stubborn cold. My knee is tight and sore. My dentist informed me I’ve been grinding my teeth — a habit I haven’t had since my stress-filled CNN days. Oh, and I broke out in a weird rash.
Individually, these things are minor. Combined, they suck. They’re a wake-up call. A reminder to prioritize the things that help me manage stress. A sign to consider this month’s glimmers and find ways to add more joy — and breathing room — into my days.
Let’s start there, shall we?