self care is way more than the stereotypical women’s magazine, patriarchal idea of self care as taking a spa day, getting a massage or having your nails done…
There are times when the most radical act of self care is not to go sit and meditate, while you burn a candle, work with your crystals or essential oils and pull a card, but sit your ass down and write that article, create that course, post that offer, do that live or send that email.
Times when the self care you seem to crave is an escape, an opportunity for you to flee what you soul is truly calling for, a mindfuck from your ego saying, “oh indeed you gotta do this, but first you need to set up an altar, have a chat with your guides and do a spread”….
Pure self sabotage because what you truly crave with every fibre of your being is a sustainable business based in heart that supports and nourishes you and that can sometimes be scary as fuck when you’re a mere mortal receiving epic downloads.