I started the year with high hopes. A steady stream of energy was pulsing through me. I lapped it up. Between perimenopause and a lackluster thyroid, bursts of energy are rare.
I was nearly thirty-five when I went to massage school. I had been a credit union employee for several years at that point. My roots were in North Dakota. I was raised on the family farm in the heart of cattle country. Self-care wasn't exactly taught. Sit down and rest for a few minutes was … Continue reading Donuts and Green Juice