Bad sleep is hell and it will ruin you if you let it, so donât be afraid of becoming a high-maintenance sleeper!! I am an expert level âhard time falling and staying asleepâ sleeper and here is what has helped me get a full nights sleep pretty consistently: For my fellow side/back combo sleepers: -A knee pillow so your hips and legs donât collapse on each other. It makes laying on your side so much more comfortable Iâve become highly dependent on it. Travel hack: use an airplane neck pillow instead because these are not easy to pack (I wishđđ) itâs not the same but itâs better than nothing -a flat memory foam pillow so your neck is not tilting in a crazy direction. Pillow preferences are very personal so this might not work for you but if you have neck pain this might be why. - a throw pillow to hug, or any smaller pillow (or large stuffed animal if itâs soft!) to keep your shoulders from collapsing in on each other For the light sensitive:
- i like this sleep mask because it doesnât press up against your eyes and it blocks out everything Ok thereâs more but I feel bad creating a super long post to scroll past for those who dont need this so I will make a pt.2 đđź
If you are passionate about your hip mobility and amazing sleep, please, SLEEP ON THIS. We have been together for probably two years. And I donât give a shit how goofy she looks. She changed my life. I donât have any back pain and I donât have any hip pain. I do other things to work on those issues, but SHE is the biggest contributor to the solution.
my sister just had a baby and i am considering the type of aunt?/guncle ? (the designation becomes tricky w gender lol) i may be. but ultimately the archetype of âcool auntââmysterious, distant-yet-warm, uninvolved in family dramas, arrives at family gatherings wearing strange, somehow stylish clothes, bearing copious gifts and floating on an air of urban lifeâresonates most soundly with me this has also led me to reflect on how my momâs sister played such a key role in my  youth by revealing to me a foundational truth that this is not all that there is! âtwas a very hopeful message to me, a miserable child/teen unsuited to christian suburban life, forced to procure my wardrobe primarily from the womenâs section at the department store because that is what my mother deemed reasonable (and kohlâs cash) some of the notable moments my aunt bestowed upon my adolescence include: ⢠taking me to see moonrise kingdom at the indie art deco theater in a nearby mountain townÂ
⢠driving me to philly for shows at tla even though she had no idea who the artists were and would stand in the back; also paying for all my meals and whims on our south street jaunts
⢠curating a collection of signed books from author visits at her local library, which sheâd always drop off nonchalantly as gifts (charles santore picture books, lemony snicket !)Â
⢠signing me up for 5ks and carting me along to her races
⢠explaining to me what a âlesbianâ is and taking me to meet said lesbians in a dimly lit new york restaurant where i tried alligator sausage and felt so urbaneÂ
⢠general trips to ny for broadway shows and museums Â
⢠introducing me to rummikub
⢠letting me roam free at community music festivals from late afternoon til dusk, where iâd encounter children from different counties, get in harmless trouble and infuse my life with the intrigue of those unknown to me but in those brief momentsÂ