Lately, life really seems to have become a pattern. I wake in the morning with a long list of things I need to get done, and I go to bed with things that have been moved to tomorrow’s list, because there just wasn’t enough time to get to it.
Not enough time.
I find myself saying that often, and sometimes I feel like I’m busy doing so many things that need to get done, that I forget about my wants. I forget to take time for myself, regardless of how little or simple it may seem. But I’ve realized that it’s the best treat, gift, or expression of self care that I can give myself.
I’ve always been big on appreciating the little things, and in the midst of being so busy, they’re the things that ground me, keep me sane, and help me to remember that regardless of what’s on my list, I’ll get through it.
So I’ve been doing things like:
having a cup of my favorite tea
grabbing a notebook and putting pen to paper
letting myself lay in bed for five extra minutes
reading for pleasure a bit before bed
You see, they’re nothing extravagant, but on days where I feel like I’m being suffocated by monotony, they help to break it up, to remind me of purpose, and to keep me moving forward.