08/16/2026
It’s a different Self Care Sunday. ❤️
And this week, self care looks a little less like bubble baths and a little more like choosing to keep living your life even when your heart is bruised.
My grandma died this week.
She made it to 100 years old, lived one hell of a life, and was genuinely one of my best friends.
In my goodbye call with her, she gave me some final instructions. Because apparently even at 100, she was still the boss. 😂
She told me to be happy.
She told me to try not to cry too much in this life.
She told me to get off the couch, find a way forward, and keep living.
Not because we shouldn't feel our feelings. We absolutely should.
Grief deserves room. Sadness deserves tenderness. Sometimes life knocks the wind right out of us and pretending otherwise is just spiritual bypassing with better lighting.
But I think what Grandma was saying was:
Feel it. Be sad. Cry your face off when you need to.
Just don't unpack your suitcase and live there.
She told me that love is what matters in the end. And that no matter what happens to us, somehow, some way, we have to keep trying to move forward.
Choose growth.
Choose the tiny scrap of happiness available today.
Choose the walk, the friend, the ridiculous idea, the trip, the art, the sunshine, the thing that reminds you there is still LIFE happening around you.
Bloom in spite.
Water yourself with audacity.
I think Grandma knew what she was talking about.
She made it to 100. ❤️
So today I'm going to take her advice.
I'm going to miss her.
I'm going to love her.
I'm probably going to cry a lot more still, when I need to.
And then I'm going to get my ass off the couch and keep living this beautiful, heartbreaking, ridiculous life.
Because love remains.
And we are still here. 🌈🌸🌿