It was International Self-Care Day on July 24th. A day encouraging the practice of all things that help one’s mental, physical and spiritual health.

While I've always been good at prioritizing self-care, I've had the tendency to drop everything and press 'pause' on my life to show up for others when shit really hits the fan.

On June 7th, my life took a completely unexpected turn. While checking into a flight to visit my father, now in long-term care, my beau collapsed and ended up in hospital. A whirlwind of tests uncovered that he has Stage 4 rectal cancer.

April was full of aha moments for me. I stumbled upon some ancient wisdom that is an absolute game changer for women.

As I alluded to in my earlier Museletter, "What Mexico Taught Me", upon returning home, I reinstated a new self-care practice.