Lounge Mode Activated

I have a complete awareness that Winter is designated as Rest Season, and that I maybe hustled a little too close to the Sun during what should have been my down time.

But since I was working on other shit, and am too stubborn to sit down for long (and too prone to ADHD reset my life rampages) I find myself adoring a Soft Girl Spring.

I am sleeping in, a lot. It's been dreamy. I'm napping on every day off, and Lounging hard. The love affair I've developed with Day Off Naps is quickly becoming my favorite fling. Today I napped on and off for three and a half hours and woke up to my husband snuggling up to me, forever my big spoon. I don't feel groggy or sluggish, just more and more refreshed. I've swapped my leggings and big shirts at bedtime for soft stretchy long nightgowns that feel simple and luxurious all at once and aside from running errands, I live in them for the duration of my off time.

I am eating whatever I want whenever I want, which recently has involved a great deal of fruits and cheeses and salads.

I've bought flowers for myself and my spaces at home and started seeds in little pots with my kids.

I've turned shower time into lymphatic massage time and my allergies are less of a problem for me than ever before, and the bloating around this time of the month has also decreased a ton.

Dancing and walking have been my go to rhythms lately when I crave movement. Though on average at work I'm getting about 6-7k steps in, so I'm not prioritizing heavy movement so much as just making sure I feel good about whatever it is I'm doing. Sometimes it's mobility. Sometimes it's yoga. The other day I grabbed my sword and simply floated through the 8 pointed star, trying to move slowly and gracefully through each movement. Kind like Tai Chi but with a sword in my hand instead.

I've been drawing again, at the encouragement of my husband. Art has always been an emotional outlet for me, especially during my deepest lows. With more tools in my Mental Health Armory these days, I find myself reaching for art as an outlet less and less. But that would be a disservice to me, to detach fully from a very valuable and beautiful form of expression that kept me together when I thought life was tearing me apart.

Soft Girl Spring is where I've landed in 2025. I'm enjoying feeling my way through it. I feel like a Lioness who's been stretched out in the Sun all afternoon. Right now there's a brown sugar and Bourbon marinated beef roasting in the oven with some carrots and I'm whipping up the creamiest garlic mashed potatoes to go with it. I'm planning a hot shower and massage later, and then I'll climb into another ultra soft nightgown. And it's the best finish to such a soft, slow, rainy day.