the week everything broke down
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One night a few weeks ago, Kelly asked the question no one wants to hear in a Florida summer: “Is it hot in here?” Sure enough, the AC wasn’t cooling past 75. It wasn’t an easy fix with freon, we needed a whole new condenser. Thankfully, our handyman saved us with two window units to get through the week. And then, two days later, our old pup Bodhi declined. We knew his time had come. What timing. So we sat with him—listening to the constant white noise of the window unit—as we said our last “you’re such a good boy” and “I love you”s. It was a lot all at once. By the time the condenser arrived and silence returned, I was completely drained. No matter how much I slept, I couldn’t shake the exhaustion. That’s when I turned to my trusty checklist. Because when life gets heavy, my body usually holds on to the stress. And when I’m tired or grieving, I forget the basics too: hydration, real food, movement, breathing, joy. Even just checking in with my water intake helped me feel a little steadier. It’s such a small thing, but it always amazes me how these little shifts can create space for healing. That’s why I created my Body-Listening Cheat Sheet, a simple guide to help you figure out what your body needs right now. Especially for those moments when you’re too tired, scattered, or overwhelmed to know where to start. 👉 Body-Listening Cheat Sheet (click to download) I hope it serves you—whether you’re moving through a rough patch or just an ordinary Tuesday. Going back to the basics isn’t a step backward. It’s how we begin again. In Joy, Nyssa 📢 Announcement 📢Starting 9/1, Massage prices are increasing by $5. Click below to book your next session!
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Nyssa Hanger
Life and Biz Coach. Massage Therapist. Aromatherapist. Teacher. Writer.
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