It's a foreign, fine line between setting self-care boundaries and living in fear. When we believe that self-care should always create positive outcomes, we consequently begin to believe that fear always produces more fear. More pain. More reasons to stay still.
If only we could tie every decision up so neatly. Try as we might to take care of ourselves, sometimes it doesn't always turn out well. It's the hairline fracture that never heals quite right. A limp in our step, a reminder of the fall.
But maybe self-care is only meant to keep us from sliding backwards. And maybe fear is only meant to keep us from standing still.
I don't ever want to stop learning to lean into both the self-preservation and the risk, the care and the fear. One moment at a time, year by year.