Oof do I appreciate this essay at this moment. Because of the sheer sadness and terror I'm feeling about <the state of things>, I've been increasingly aware of, and grateful for, how much my spouse helps me feel safer, more grounded, more comforted. These are good things! But it's also made me more and more scared about the what ifs (about his mortality!). And so yes to holding my gratitude for all he offers me, but also yes to creating more space to reorient to what I (can) offer to myself; that's such a gentle support right now.
I love keeping a running list of gifts I’d like. In the same Note on my phone, I also write down any gift ideas I have for other people, too. Helps me when the holidays roll around and I'm like "ah fuck."
This is just great Katie. We're so hard on ourselves and I always wondered why we deem ourselves unworthy of the care we so readily provide others. I have had a bad habit of talking horribly to myself. Would I talk to someone else the same way? I think not! I'm better about it, but those sneaky little jibs creep in now and then. I do make my bed every morning. Habit. Maybe we can also habit our way into self love and care.
This was beautiful, thank you.
Oof do I appreciate this essay at this moment. Because of the sheer sadness and terror I'm feeling about <the state of things>, I've been increasingly aware of, and grateful for, how much my spouse helps me feel safer, more grounded, more comforted. These are good things! But it's also made me more and more scared about the what ifs (about his mortality!). And so yes to holding my gratitude for all he offers me, but also yes to creating more space to reorient to what I (can) offer to myself; that's such a gentle support right now.
"You are your greatest love story." 🩷❤️🩷
I love keeping a running list of gifts I’d like. In the same Note on my phone, I also write down any gift ideas I have for other people, too. Helps me when the holidays roll around and I'm like "ah fuck."
This is just great Katie. We're so hard on ourselves and I always wondered why we deem ourselves unworthy of the care we so readily provide others. I have had a bad habit of talking horribly to myself. Would I talk to someone else the same way? I think not! I'm better about it, but those sneaky little jibs creep in now and then. I do make my bed every morning. Habit. Maybe we can also habit our way into self love and care.