As much as I loved every moment of our Hawaiian adventure (especially the muddy ambles through insane foliage), I was ready to be home.🌺 Even the rainy little interlude I spent in LA seemed like a sign that I should just get on with it and head East. I was excited to be back in my bed, my routines, my preferred instaconfessional surroundings (i.e. my office). But returning, especially in the new year, doesn't come without its own set of anxieties. The emails to read, bags to unpack, poor dehydrated plants to guiltily feed🌿😬...So it's no surprise that after the second long flight in two days, after weeping my way 3000 miles and 800 pages through A Little Life, after rolling into bed at 1am, the first thing I did this morning was rollover to snooze the alarm and, in the process, tweak the shit out of my neck.🤦🏼♀️ The emails haven't been written. The bags haven't been unpacked. I hobbled a few paces around the apartment for the sake of the plants. But mostly I've spent my much anticipated day of home front to-do listing in a little pile of pain.🤕 If you've read #thewellnessprojectbook you know how I feel about the way my spine is connected to the head that sits upon it. I also think that just as many of life's ailments that can be chalked up to stress, can also be credited to something bigger telling us to slow the fuck down. So that's what I'm doing. Trying to resist the urge to get it together, and just be home.🛀 We will be back to regularly scheduled blog programming tomorrow (🤞🏼🤞🏼) with some caffeine-free coffee alternative to kick that vice in 2018.