the week everything broke down
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â One night a few weeks ago, Kelly asked the question no one wants to hear in a Florida summer: âIs it hot in here?â Sure enough, the AC wasnât cooling past 75. It wasnât 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 himâlistening to the constant white noise of the window unitâas we said our last âyouâre such a good boyâ and âI love youâs. 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 couldnât shake the exhaustion. Thatâs when I turned to my trusty checklist. Because when life gets heavy, my body usually holds on to the stress. And when Iâm 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. Itâs such a small thing, but it always amazes me how these little shifts can create space for healing. Thatâs 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 youâre too tired, scattered, or overwhelmed to know where to start. đ Body-Listening Cheat Sheet (click to download) I hope it serves youâwhether youâre moving through a rough patch or just an ordinary Tuesday. Going back to the basics isnât a step backward. Itâs how we begin again. In Joy, Nyssaâ đ˘ Announcement đ˘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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