Your Bubble Bath Is Boring: Let’s Redefine Self-Care.

In my meditation this morning, I received a quiet, golden truth…

Self-care is not necessarily what they told us it is-

the bubble baths, the softly lit massage rooms, the neatly wrapped rituals sold in rose gold bottles.

It’s not the list we tick off when we’ve burned out.It’s not a “treat” for having survived another week.

Real self-care is far more intimate. Inquisitive. It’s a deep relationship you cultivate.

Not with another—but with yourself.

It is a devotion to your own aliveness. To your needs, your desires, your feelings, your soul.

And I know this because I’ve lived the disconnect.

I used to approach self-care like a task. Not as something sacred —just another item to cram into my to-do list. And another thing I wasn’t doing “well enough.” I didn’t look into my heart, my soma, myself for the answers. I didn’t look inside for inspiration, I looked outside for information to followed other people’s ideas of what it should look like, because I wasn’t yet connected to myself.

And isn’t that what so many of us do?

As women, we can so easily feel we aren’t quite right as we are—so we search “out there”, trying to be better, do better, feel better. But all that searching only pulls us further away from the one place that holds the truth: within.

Everything shifted when I stopped performing self-care and started relating to myself: What I love. What I desire. Not as someone who needs to fixed, but as someone who deserves to be heard, felt and cherished.

And that’s when self-care wove itself into naturally and gracefully into my life.

Self-care is an inquisitive conversation with your senses.

What would your eyes delight in gazing upon today?

Soft candlelight? A symphony of color? Blossoms in bloom? The face of someone you love?

What music stirs your soul through your ears?

The whisper of a morning breeze? The sensual thrum of cello strings?The sacred silence of no sound at all?

What does your skin crave to touch—or be touched by?

Cashmere? Earth? Water? Wind? The heat of the sun? The softness of your sheets?

What would feel delicious on your tongue right now—Fresh berries? Warm tea? A kiss?

And it goes deeper still.

Self-care is a conversation with your soul.

It’s the sacred listening beneath the noise—the quiet asking:

What do I feel? What do I need? What am I yearning for that I haven’t dared to name?

Right now?

It’s tending to your emotional landscape with tenderness, holding space for your grief, your joy, your longing, your ache to be seen and your desire to expand.

It’s allowing your feelings to be felt,not fixed. Honored, not rushed. Embraced, not judged.

Sometimes self-care looks like dancing wildly in your kitchen.Sometimes it’s letting yourself cry until the storm passes. Sometimes it’s doing nothing at all. Sometimes it’s saying no. Sometimes it’s saying yes.

Self-care is not just about time carved out,but attention poured in.

It’s caring for yourself as you would a beloved. Curiously. Kindly. Spaciously.

Because that is what it is- a love affair. A fluid, intuitive, sacred devotionto the ever-changing truth of you.

You are not a machine to maintain. You are a masterpiece to cherish.

Let your care for yourself be as dynamic, sensual, emotional, and soulfulas any great love story.

Because that’s what this is.

XOLinda