I’ve always loved the 4th of July because it kicks off Birthday Month, but I tend to agree with this sentiment:

Its the first day of birthday month, I’m taking the day off. I messed up the dates of most of last months so I’ll have to back and fix it, but not today.

Rest without trying to convince yourself that you need to.

Rest is important, we all know that. I’m having a hard time sleeping lately, but I’ll get it figured out. Rest and sleep are two different things. I have a hard time clearing my head a lot, which makes it difficult to do both. But I try.

It’s the last day of our month of self-care, but don’t worry, y’all know I post self-care stuff all the time. See y’all tomorrow.

Support a cause you believe in.

Done.

I got the days of the year mixed up again — let’s not get worked up about it. I’ve been out of sorts with dates since April with getting ready for Katie’s prom, graduation, passports, and college everything.

Anyway.

Take a fun online class.

Maybe in the fall when Andrew is back in school and Katie is settled at college. But I’m not making any promises.

Do something younger you would be excited about.

This could go a number of ways. I’m counting 11-year-old me watching Julia Child on PBS every Saturday morning and college me reading Martha Stewart Living every month. And watching her show.

I am pressure cooking a chicken.

Have an honest conversation with someone.

Honest doesn’t have to mean hard. Done.

Say three things you love about your body.

I love my lips. I love my decolletage. And I love that my body was strong enough to carry three babies.

Put encouraging reminders on your mirror.

Nope. I draw the line there. That’s not me.

Go to bed an hour earlier.

I’m in bed. It’s 10:28. Let’s hope my brain lets me sleep. Brains are dumb. I haven’t been sleeping well at all lately.