Do You Call Yourself Lazy for Resting? (A Missive About Self Care)
I think of my body as a fun vehicle I’ve been given to experience my life with. I imagine myself as a Kia Soul, unique and quirky but practical and useful, a little slow to get up to speed but dependable once I get going. And I remember from when I had my own (actual) car that if I don’t change the oil, get it rustproofed, wash it and take loving care of it, the car begins dragging and breaking down. It gets old before its time. It can support me only as long as I support it.
