💪I create resources to help people adapt to living with chronic illness so they can thrive.
🌞 The Sunday rhythm I wish I had years ago…
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Hey Reader, You know that weird Sunday feeling? The pressure to rest and prepare, the overwhelm before the week even starts… So I started doing something different—something gentler. And now, I’ve turned that routine into a free printable checklist just for you. If you’ve been looking for a spoonie-friendly way to reset your week without draining your last bit of energy, you’ll want to grab this. 📝 Get the free Spoonie Sunday Setup Checklist here! I’ll show you exactly what I do to plan my week around my energy—not just my calendar. Until next time,
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April Smith | The Thriving Spoonie
💪I create resources to help people adapt to living with chronic illness so they can thrive.
Hey Reader, Have you ever looked around your space and thought, “I want to clean… but I just can’t today”? Same. And it’s not because we’re lazy. When you’re living with chronic illness, there’s often this tug-of-war between needing a calm, tidy space and not having the energy to make it happen. That tension can pile up just as quickly as the laundry does. So what if there were a middle ground? This week on the blog, I’m doing something a little different—and I’m really excited about it. I’ve...
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