Eating real food
No, I don't mean organic food or non-processed food. Ain't nobody got time for that. I just mean that it's not uncommon lately for me to eat a hodge podge of randomness for lunch and dinner, like a PBJ sandwich and some cheese, or a salad and cereal, or just cereal. I feel kind of gross a lot of the time and I know it's because I'm not actually fueling my body with legit food or enough of it. Life is just busy and I need to carve out a little more intention and care for mama's tummy.
Writing letters to my grandmothers
I used to be so faithful with this. Ugh. It is in my power to send little nuggets of joy via snail mail and I should do it more often.
No, I don't mean speaking up for a cause or advocating for something. I just mean literally speaking louder. As in, a lot of the time, my husband cannot understand what I am saying.
This used to be my jam, but I've been on and off with it for the past few years. It's still something I value though, so I've begun trying to find little blips of time to write, including my weekly night off from parenting.
Sitting up straight
Because desk job.