The universe is trying to send me a message. It has been trying for a while now but I have ignored it. The message became much clearer to me over the Christmas Break, however. Unfortunately, it took a trip to Emerg, twice daily trips to the local hospital for IV anti-biotics for a condition that usually happens to people who have a suppressed immune system (helloooo?!), and a cancelled trip to Disneyland to finally force me to hear the message. Since my not-so-fun wake up call, all signs have been pointing toward taking better care of myself. It's not like I have been completely unaware that I have not sufficiently been giving love to my mind and body for the last few years but how does one find the time for themselves as a working, 24/7, 365 days a year single Mum? Now however, I am well aware that the list of little health issues that have appeared for me as I approach my 40th birthday, are there to let me know that it is no longer a choice but...