Weary and burnt out in January, this realization caused me to dive in to “self-care”. Y’all, I hate this term because it sounds so selfish. But what I’ve found to be true is I can’t pour out what hasn’t been poured into me. It just doesn’t compute. So, at thirty six, I am learning to take care of myself. These little nuggets do not at all come naturally to me - they are actually things I really have to work at. But when I do, it silences my inner grouch and that, my friend is worth it. 

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