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Today, my therapist was talking about how the smallest bits of self-care — even making yourself a mug of warm tea — are a way of recognizing your own worth, and how meaningful they are when you really dislike yourself. “After all,” she said, “I don’t know about you, but I don’t often make tea for people I hate.”
And that really hit me, especially because I’m an acts-of-service kind of person and tea is one of my go-to ways to show people that I’m thinking about them, care about them, and hope their day could be a little better. So maybe when I make tea for myself, I’m saying that to myself, too, that I’m thinking of my own needs, caring for myself, and trying to make my day a little better.Â
And that’s really important to me because a lot of days I struggle to do basic things to keep myself going and just feel like I’m self-destructive, only ever making things worse… but most days I still manage to make myself a mug of tea or two. And it’s good to know that that matters.Â
{19.01.17} 3/100 days of productivity!! I made biology notes today!! currently learning about the membranous and non-membranous organelles of eukaryotic cells!! slow progress but I’m getting there!! 💫
Your body may change but your worth does not.
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Candles burning in a clean home is a whole different level of COMFORT & PEACE
Sometimes you gotta make yourself drink water and sit in direct sunlight, like some kind of wilted houseplant
My mom keeps giving me canned goods from her garden and they inspire in me the spirit of a little hobbit.
The only thing that contests these mason jars are the towels my grandmother embroidered with quaint kitchen items like a milk pail or a kettle.
I fucking hate the heat, so tried to recreate fall with a big bowl of oatmeal, hot frothy coffee and a trail run. Didn’t work. Still boiling.
I just want to live somewhere where it’s always hoodie weather. Is that too much to ask? My queendom for perpetual autumn.
Anyway, they’re all miles in the tank no matter how bad they felt at the time!
seven long slow ones // the snow finally melted so I headed out despite the brutal headwind. these felt reasonably good until the last mile, which felt like I was running on the spot because of the gale!
I’m doing a three-month training block of high volume, low intensity running to try and build a good aerobic base before I embark on a 5k speed training programme come April. my HR here was a little high (aiming for ~150) but I blame that on the hilly route, the wind, and a winter of illness and overindulgence. it can only get better from here!
5.00mi // slow and steady fuelled by three coffees and three choc chip pancakes
Hitting a rough patch does not erase all the progress you have made. I promise.Â