Self-Care

The chaos of Canadian winter roads, slush-slicked streets, iced-over sidewalks, and winds so sharp they cut through even the warmest jacket, reaching all the way to your soul. Mornings begin in darkness, your breath hanging in the air as you wrestle with the ice scraper, fingers freezing faster than seems possible. The drive to work becomes its own kind of struggle.

The pressure of deadlines, last-minute tasks, and finding time for self-care can feel never-ending. The winter outside mirrors the one inside, everything piling up, getting heavier and colder with each day. If you’re reading this, I’m guessing you’ve felt it too, that weight of trying to hold everything together as it threatens to fall apart.

Welcome. You’re not alone.

As someone juggling caregiving, writing, managing volunteers at a nonprofit settlement, and supporting refugees in their most vulnerable state, while quietly grappling with what could generously be called a midlife crisis, I’m right there with you. Life has a way of piling on work, family, ambitions, the endless demands of a world that never stops. And amidst it all, self-care feels distant, like a mirage: beautiful, yes, but always just out of reach.

For me, it’s little things: learning Korean as a kind of ‘doctor’s note’ for my brain, a way to keep it sharp and fend off the creeping fear of Parkinson’s. It’s not indulgence; it’s preparation. A gift I give my future self. For you, it might be something else, a hobby rediscovered, a walk around the block, or the quiet courage to let go of the guilt that comes with rest. It doesn’t have to be perfect or pretty. It just has to be ours.

The Myth of Time

Let’s start with the lie we tell ourselves most often: time.

I’ll focus on myself when things calm down, we say. But when does that ever truly happen? Life rarely offers neat windows for us to pause and breathe. Between work and piecing together short stories, my mind never truly stops. I’m working on my first documentary, writing scripts, and volunteering as a writer for a nonprofit in British Columbia, all in my spare time, after the demands of daily life. I’ve learned this firsthand: my schedule doesn’t have room. I have to create it.

Take my love-hate relationship with exercise, for example. I’ll admit, I don’t wake up thrilled to lace up my sneakers and hike through the icy streets. But the secret lies in my headphones: lately, it’s been BTS. Their music transforms my routine into something smooth (and yes, I see what I did there with Permission to Pause, a little nod to Permission to Dance, Bangtan Sonyeondan). With Yet to Come reminding me that the best moments are always ahead, even the grayest mornings glow, while RM’s  Lonely and V’s Slow Dancing slow my breath, reassuring me that it’s okay to pause. With their melodies pushing me forward, every step feels a little lighter.

For those brief moments, I am both unstoppable and at peace. And that’s the heart of self-care, isn’t it? It doesn’t need to be elaborate or polished. Sometimes, it’s just about turning the mundane into magic.

Little Luxuries, Big Impact

Then there are the rituals, those small, sacred acts that remind us we’re worthy of care.

At the end of a long day, a Nespresso shot, or maybe skipping straight to a glass of Pinot Grigio, becomes my exhale. Writing a few words here and there in a quiet corner helps me reclaim the space I so often give away. Or sometimes, it’s simply enjoying a boot at the silence: yes, the magic of silence. And when I sink into a South Korean drama, wrapped in a blanket, their stories carry me far beyond the chaos of my mind. The heartbreaks, the tender moments, the twists, they whisper of beauty, even in life’s heaviest seasons. These rituals aren’t indulgences. They’re anchors. They keep me grounded when the world feels like it’s spinning just a bit too fast.

Boundaries: A Love Language

But self-care isn’t just about what we do; it’s about what we don’t do.

As women, as givers by nature, we are taught to pour from an empty cup, to say yes when every fiber of our being screams no. We bend to the needs of others, hollowing ourselves out in the process. But here’s the truth I’ve had to learn the hard way: boundaries aren’t selfish. They’re survival. Saying no is an act of love, not just for yourself, but for everyone in your life. Because the burned-out, overextended version of you isn’t the one anyone deserves, not your family, your work, or yourself. Boundaries allow us to protect what’s sacred, to preserve our energy, and to honor the quiet truth that we are allowed to rest.

The Chaos and the Calm

There are days when it feels impossible to hold it all together. When my to-do list stretches longer than the Great Wall of China, and the only thing keeping me upright is the promise of a hot bath and, if I’m lucky, a cheeky glass of wine. But here’s what I’ve learned: self-care isn’t about achieving balance or perfection. It’s about presence. It’s about noticing the small joys that slip through the cracks, the light that finds us even in the darkest seasons. Some days, self-care looks like a playlist and a hike. Other days, it’s an extra hour of sleep or the courage to decline a meeting I didn’t want to attend. And sometimes, it’s simply pausing long enough to breathe deeply and remind myself: I am worthy of care.

To My Fellow Warriors

To everyone out there, holding up her corner of the world: I see you. I know how hard you’re trying; how heavy the load can feel. So, here’s to the chaos and the calm, to the beautiful messiness of it all. Let’s keep finding grace in the imperfect moments and light in the cracks. Let’s remind ourselves, again and again, that we are worthy of care. Not because we’ve earned it, but because we exist. So today, take a moment for yourself. Whether it’s five minutes with a song that makes you feel alive, an episode of your favorite show, or the simple gift of stillness, give yourself permission to pause.

You, my friend, are doing an amazing job. Don’t let anyone, not even yourself, convince you otherwise.

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