29/10/2025
eeping it real, Day 17 of my cycle.
I’m entering premenstrum and I haven’t rested at all this past cycle thanks to family events and commitments. And now it is biting my butt.
"You're on holiday Liz, wtaf?" I hear you say. Maybe with an eye roll. I know, I know. It’s a hard life.
But let’s not bypass this. Even on holidays we can have bad days. Location doesn’t exempt us from mental chatter or our ebbs and flows. Dysregulation happens anywhere, especially away from our comfort zones. And today has felt hard because I couldn’t simply honour my needs.
Some days of my cycle I am utterly sensitive to everything. Most of us are. Sounds, smells, energy overload my nervous system and my senses heighten. At this point, everything makes my skin crawl. The sound of my partner eating, the feel of my clothes on my skin, even my delightful wildlings voice. I said it. I’m keeping it real.
Yes, I’m in a beautiful place with my loves and I’m privileged. But back home, I would have scheduled in solitude around this point. I’d have headed for the hills in silence. I certainly wouldn’t have been surrounded by annoying tourists at a zoo/animal prison suffering from irresponsible, self inflicted sunburn.
I encourage all the women I work with to honour their needs. But I don’t do this lightly. I know how challenging it can be with young kids or commitments you can’t cancel. Even the most boundaried of us needs to figure out how to fit our needs around a myriad of things. It’s a balance.
So, as I started the day slow and intentional, I sink into the evening the same, with the intent of reclaiming time to honour my needs. A quiet walk up the mountain, some meditation in the moonlight, followed by some Traitors for balance. Plus an encounter with this little critter who reminds me that going into the dark alone is potent for healing.
Here’s to tomorrow being easier 🤞🏻
Liz ###
