It's been a long day

 Dear future hubster,

I'm sure you (and anybody who's ever met me for longer than 5 minutes) already know how much I dislike when people go away. From a workplace, from a city, from places we called home, from my life. 

But do you know how much I love it when they come back?

And do you think they know? 

They want you to staa-aa-a-ay

Dear future hubster,

if the currently trending word of self-care needs to be pictured with a cosmetic product (which it shouldn't, taking care of your body is basic hygiene & health, but then again, taking care of your whole self is basic hygiene & health, but this is a discussion for a different post), it shouldn't be the face mask.

It should be the foot mask. The little sock infused with those AHA thingies that make your feet look like they haven't been carrying you through the rugged terrain of daily existence for decades. Do you know why? 

When you put those little socks on, you can't move. You have to sit there for 45-90 minutes, on your couch, with your coffee/tea/wine/preferred beverage and your book, and not move. You can of course have your tv/phone/other screens on, but you're forced to very literally sit with yourself. 

That's where self-care begins.