March 1st. A new month. And that much closer to Spring.
Today’s self-care looked like dancing it out amongst a gaggle of femmes to this song:
and then this song:
at Dirtbag! one of the best queer dance nights ever, in my opinion.
And I don’t have to work tomorrow. Which means not setting an alarm. And having time to set intentions for the month of self-care to come.