what self care has looked like for me.
for years I talked and thought about self care, advocated for it, planned it, romanticized it, mental foot-noted it, and encouraged it in others. five months ago, I finally started to take care of myself, and I don’t intend to stop. this is what it has looked like for me:
- recognizing and acting on the need to release that which I no longer need
- adding to and re-writing my mad map and making a life list with monthly goals
- constantly, constantly asking myself what I would rather be doing and being patient with myself to answer (also from maranda, see link above)
- getting in the habit of taking little breaks like drinking tea or making a patch — things I do regularly that take a finite amount of time and that remind me to check in with myself
- keeping a regular diary for the
first second time in my fucking life!
- learning to embrace the optimist in me via billie
- only giving a shit about the things I actually give a shit about
- internalizing the phrase ‘I matter’ every time I write the letter ‘I’
- being real and confiding in others — not shying away from connection or believing I’m not deserving of it
- building a fort and moving into it temporarily
- hot showers
- bread and butter
- boi clothes