Whaddup geeks?<\/p>\n
Happy holidays to the kiwi families. \u00a0I’ve a list of jobs as long as my person, but I’m as happy as a clam about it, because most of them speak to my hermit like tendencies. \u00a0Clean the glasshouse? \u00a0Happy to. \u00a0Muck out the calf’s stall? \u00a0No worries.<\/p>\n
Go to the supermarket? \u00a0Awwwwwwww … Can’t someone else do it?<\/p>\n
So yesterday I had an excellent lunch and rant and conversation with some hard working and wise education legends in North Canterbury. \u00a0While we were examining the woes of the world (I was possibly blahing about the impact on child development of growing up in a society whose leadership values measures of GDP<\/a> more than indicators of Human Flourishing) \u00a0I laid on the table my profound dislike of the phrase “Me Time” … and my seemingly paradoxical, overwhelming passion for Self Care.<\/p>\n “They are not the same thing. \u00a0One is about indulgence, the other is about nurture.” I offered. And the women agreed, adding that there is an element of separation in one that is not necessary in the other.<\/p>\n I will be back to this.<\/p>\n I’m not done. \u00a0But for now I need to get some firewood in and do a spot of forward bending<\/a>. \u00a0Yoga is self care, you know. \u00a0Not me time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Whaddup geeks? Happy holidays to the kiwi families. \u00a0I’ve a list of jobs as long as my person, but I’m as happy as a clam about it, because most of them speak to my hermit like tendencies. \u00a0Clean the glasshouse? … Continue reading