the reincarnation of self-care

As I get older, it’s easier to believe that it’s not my first time on this earth. It’s a feeling of peace that I’ve been here before. (That we’ve all been here before.)

I call it my “remembering.”

The love in my heart feels deep - too deep for just 31 years of life. My intuition feels more like fact than a hunch. And even first-time obstacles feel like familiar lessons. There’s a trust that draws me towards the inexplicable, surpassing the pull of any logic or status-quo. And when courage, compassion, and authenticity override my fears…

It’s like a past version of me is guiding the way.

Trusting her is how I care for myself. While not always easy-on-the-ego, this trust fall is what sets me free. It benefits me, not only short-term, but for lifetimes beyond.

Honoring our “remembering” is the highest form of self-care.

Self-care is often misrepresented as beautification. It’s sold as a series of skin-deep rituals: face masks, green juices, and core workouts. While all nice things, they have fleeting benefits. For me, that post-workout “high” lasts about 2 hours. And some others:

Face mask = 3 minutes
Manicure = 20 minutes
Healthy Meal = 2 hours
Sauna = 4 hours
Haircut = 2 days

Compounded, the benefits add up… but they eventually dwindle alongside the physical body.

Real self-care transcends our appearance.
Real self-care leaves an impression on the infinite soul.
Real self-care isn’t just a momentary high, it’s a spiritual ecstasy.

When we ignore our karma, we choose self-care practices that offer instant gratification. We chase impossible ideals. When we honor the “remembering,” we’re willing to sacrifice instant gratification for liberation. Our existence feels sacred and we feel full.

Feeling good > looking good. But we easily forget.
We are invited back to our “remembering.”

When we strive to be desired, we perform for an applause.
When we accept who we are, we feel alive and happy on our own.

When our boundaries are rigid, we stay frail in a silo.
When our boundaries are flexible, we bend with the world.

When we prioritize comfort, we fear the inevitable suffering of life.
When we walk into the eye of discomfort, we learn to be easeful in any storm.

The “self” is so much more than this body, in this form. So true self-care reaches beyond. Your beauty is in your wisdom. Your beauty is in your soul.

Remember?

XOXO,
Jax