01/28/2026
Regulation doesn’t always look calm. Sometimes it looks honest. Sometimes it looks like letting the body lead instead of forcing the mind to keep up.
This week, it’s been a practice of rhythm, sensation, and permission.
I’ve been blasting Italian and Spanish music, not just for enjoyment, but to let my nervous system feel cadence, emotion, and movement again. Sound is medicine. Language carries memory. The body remembers before the mind understands.
I’m taking epsom salt baths to support muscle release and energetic clearing. Warm water, magnesium, stillness. A signal to the body that it’s safe to soften.
In the mornings, I’m sun drying my hair, allowing light and warmth to meet me first thing, resetting my circadian rhythm and reminding my system that I’m here, in this moment, in this body.
I’m watching both the sunrise and the sunset. These transitions matter. They create orientation. They tell the nervous system where we are in time and help the body trust the day has a beginning and an end.
I’m walking every day, not for productivity, but for bilateral movement, grounding, and gentle forward motion. Step by step is regulation. Consistency is care.
I’m crashing out with friends, safe people who co regulate without needing explanation. Laughter, presence, shared silence. Nervous systems heal in relationship.
I’m letting myself cry. Not pathologizing it. Not fixing it. Tears move emotion that words can’t reach.
And I’m still showing up. Not perfectly. Not performatively. But truthfully.
This is what tending looks like for me right now.
Listening. Allowing. Responding.
Meeting my nervous system where it is and walking with it.