A few years ago a lovely mentor, friend, colleague, and activist passed away. Every year this memory pops up right before my birthday and this year (of all years) instead of writing off her words because of my prior sense of self, I’m claiming it. I have heard many people use the phrase “our words are spells”, and she was a powerful magician.

Self-Care for me is learning how to celebrate again and shedding my layers of trauma around that. Who would have thought celebrating was shadow work? This Sunday I’m giving myself permission to take up space and have a happy birthday. One thing is certain, nothing in life is guaranteed. So I’m holding space to celebrate all the little things over the next year as well.

Sidenote: I recently discovered she founded a local feminist  coven. That’s my bit of magic for the day.