Hi reader, As usual, I was caught up in a myriad of activities and pressed for time, and I ate my lunch standing up. Seriously, that's how most of us function, from breakfast to bed to work—no peace, no break. So here’s your Friday reminder from a woman who’s still learning to listen to her body: You don’t have to move fast just because the world does.
Stop postponing rest till you are almost bedridden. P.S. Take a moment for yourself this weekend. |
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