Monday’s

Healing, Chaos & Showing Up Anyway

Monday didn’t arrive gently.
It came in hard. Loud. Unforgiving.

I woke up to the kind of stomach pain that stops you in your tracks the kind where your body is clearly running the show. For a moment, I just lay there thinking, how am I supposed to function like this?

The snooze button got hammered. Multiple times.
And coffee? Not even an option. That’s when you know it’s bad because if I can’t stomach coffee, we’ve got problems.

So there I was uncaffeinated, slightly feral, and already exhausted before the day had even begun.

But deep down, I knew something:

If I didn’t show up for myself right then, the whole week would spiral.

So I dragged myself out of bed.

Choosing Movement When Your Body Fights You

It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t motivated.
It was pure “just get through it” energy.

I got to the pool and did my water walk and honestly, as hard as it was to get there, it was exactly what my body needed. Gentle movement. No pressure. Just showing up.

Grounding in the Middle of the Chaos

After the pool, it was time to find coffee (priorities restored) and head towards the water for women’s catch up.

There’s something about being near water that resets me even if just a little.

The conversations. The connection. The space filled with women being real, open, vulnerable. No masks, no pretending just honesty and support.

That kind of space matters more than we realise.

We don’t need more environments where women feel judged or torn down.
We need more of this spaces where we can just be, exactly as we are.

Because Of Course… There’s Always More

Then came the phone call.

Ministry of Health.

And of course because I never do anything by halves I’ve somehow picked up a random bug that’s barely even heard of here in NZ.

Like seriously?

No clue where it came from. No idea how I got it.
Just another thing my body is now trying to deal with.

More blood tests needed.

And in true fashion, my veins decided to be absolute divas. What should’ve been quick turned into a whole mission but we got there in the end.

Real Life Doesn’t Pause for Healing

Here’s the reality no one talks about enough:

Even when your sick life doesn’t stop.

I got home and attempted to eat (attempted being the key word).
Balanced housework with rest.
Did what needed to be done because there’s no magical pause button.

And just in case I was holding out hope…

Still no cleaning fairy.

Showing Up Anyway

By the time stretch class rolled around, I was already drained.

But I went.

Not because I felt good.
Not because I was motivated.
But because I know my body needs movement even on the worst days.

Especially on the worst days.