I got my hair done today, and I decided to add a little blue. It took longer than my usual appointment, but sometimes it’s good to do something just because it makes you smile.
Afterward, I had a simple plan: stop at three stores before heading home.
By the time I was driving to the first one, I already knew I wasn’t making it to all three.
I managed CVS and Dollar Tree, but Petco was a bridge too far. My body had simply had enough.
I came home, took care of the dogs and cats, and once everyone was fed and settled, I crashed. Three hours later, I woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck.
The past month has been exhausting in ways that are hard to explain, so I’ve been focusing on healing, rest, and protecting my peace. What can be discouraging is that even when you’re doing all the right things—listening to your body, pacing yourself, giving yourself grace—your body can still remind you that it’s not ready to keep up.
This past year has been one of the hardest of my life. I’m not anywhere close to 100%, and some days that reality is difficult to accept.
Do I want to cry?
Absolutely.
But I’ve also learned that healing isn’t measured by how many errands you finish or how much you check off a list. Sometimes healing looks like recognizing your limits, going home before you push too hard, taking the nap without guilt, and trusting that tomorrow is another chance.
So today I’ll enjoy my blue hair, be grateful for the two stores I did manage, and remind myself that recovery isn’t a straight line.
Some days, success is simply getting up and trying again tomorrow.
And tomorrow, I will.
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