In a time when we are all encouraged to practice self-care, whether as mothers, fathers, single, married, older, or younger, we are simultaneously pressured to find that nebulous ‘thing’ that helps each of us capture what will restore our weary souls. Then, if we do discover it, we must find a way to incorporate it into our lives. This task becomes all the more difficult when what feeds us is an allusive concept as easy to grasp as the fog on a rainy day.
The week between Christmas and New Years is an awkward time. Christmas is over, but lights and trees are still up. The year is ending, but the new one hasn’t begun. We feel sluggish from the holiday sweets, but not ready to start new year resolutions. It’s an in between time that doesn’t feel like it’s going anywhere.