The first time I heard about self-nurture I was 38 years old and pregnant with my third son. I was majorly stressed out and a mentor suggested I add in some self-care to my day. “Huh?” was my response. Didn’t know. Can you imagine? But to be a good mom I needed to chill, so I took the advice. I’m still learning, but I’m getting better at it.

I can get to the doctor when I need to, make healthy eating and enough sleep a priority, and even sit down to relax from time to time. I take a hot bath every night and rub in some nice lotion. I refuse to wear clothes that don’t make me feel good, and pay top dollar to get a really good hair cut. You catch my drift. How can I be the peace I want to see in the world, if I can’t even treat myself with basic nicety?  When I first started, I’d make a list of what made me feel loving and lovable, to refer to.

I can even ask for what I need. Case in point: I have no shame, none at all, in telling folks when my birthday is and well ahead of time. See, I can’t expect people to

Is the rose you pick yourself less sweet?

read my mind. Not even about stuff that seems obvious. Now, I’ll make sure I get to have a fun day, or even a few days. It’s special to feel special. And I’m delighted to give folks the opportunity to join the celebration.

For the record, the big day is next Wednesday, August 24. Party on!