I woke up this afternoon feeling so strange. It’s not my room, it’s not my bed, and nothing feels familiar. My family isn’t here, and suddenly there’s a man, my husband, sharing my personal space for the first time. I don’t even know how to explain it, but I feel like an impostor just walking around and doing things in this place.
Expanding on this: it’s a great time to challenge your assumptions and try building ip different routines! Be mindful to not “get stuck” on routines and habits you don’t like