Bachelorette Guide To Pressing Reset

Sometimes you just need a good reset.

I’ve been pushing through a lot of challenges, stress, and frustrations lately and have found that while I can’t worry about what I have no control over, I can decide how I choose to respond and reset. I maintain a regular self-care routine, but now I’ve found that I’ve had to be more intentional than ever about taking good care of myself (spiritually, mentally, and physically) as we all move through this unprecedented season. There are so many ways you can relax and reset, and today I’m sharing three ways I frequently reset in my own life that may help you too. Enjoy!

Prayer. I’m a tenacious prayer. Seriously. I pray every single day, even if and when I have to cry my way through it. This season has tested my faith in many ways, and praying about what I’ve been going through, along with different ways I’d like to see God move in my life and in this world, has been the only thing that’s gotten me through the rough days. Even if you’re not a big prayer person, you may find it helpful.

Yoga. I enjoy practicing yoga. It’s been something I’ve enjoyed for a while now. And since I’ve been working from home, it’s been a necessity since my workouts are limited due to the gyms being closed. Getting outdoors helps too but yoga helps you all over. It also helps with relieving and releasing any tension you may have from your day and helps put you in a relaxing state – mind, body, and spirit.

Quiet time. I'm a big fan of quiet time. Sometimes the best thing you can do is just sit in a quiet space. No phones, no TV, no music, just quiet. Whenever you can get to a quiet space alone, you're able to create your own world of solitude. This is a great way to tune out the noise of your everyday world and just take a moment to reset. You can go for a walk or curl up in bed or even sit in your car by yourself for a little bit. Ultimately, you have to do what works best for you. I hope that you'll take the time to press reset. It'll be good for you.

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