I took myself on a silent solo retreat in Hot Springs, Montana. I had an evening, 2 nights, 1 whole day, and a morning to myself. I stayed in this little inn with my own small kitchen and a claw foot tub connected to local hot spring water. It was delicious. I basically laid around doing almost nothing the whole time. It was a sleep vacation where I prioritized napping, rest, yoga, meditation, soaking in hot springs, and reading a romance novel called: How To Tame A Wild Rogue by Julie Anne Long.
The week before this vacation, I’d been solo parenting while my husband was away. By the end of this time I felt very run down, and focussed on everyone else’s needs. Taking time to myself, as a mother, can feel like a rebellious act. There are all these internalized ideas about what a mother should be, that I have to look at and unwind in order to live the life I love. There’s something about feeling worthy of taking care of myself, worthy of taking time to myself, of spending money o…
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