The hardest thing I do is actually take some me time. I am wrapped up into the lives of my family members, making sure all their needs are met, and most times, I forget me! When I actually get around to some me time, I usually wait until my hubby has left for work, and my daughter is on the school bus. What I do next is usually a secret, but I will share it with you. On the days I take some me time, I grab my journal and my favorite pen and I crawl back in to my bed. The TV will play music in the background and the fan will be blowing in my face as I stretch out thinking. If I can grab me time later in the day, I jump into my old recliner, grab my General Hospital blanket and start thinking. Sometimes, late in the evening, I'll run a hot bath, light some candles, play some music, and sit in thought. When my mind has finally finished sorting things, I pick up my journal and start writing down my thoughts. There is no right and wrong way to put my thoughts on paper, but I find that by getting everything out, I feel better. I start to realize that the things that seemed so horrible to me are not has bad as I had imagined. When I am finished writing, all is right with my world again!
My special place is no place special, it is just somewhere I feel safe, warm, and able to be myself! Do you have a special place? What things do you do there?