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If you know anything about me… like anything… you should know that I love myself. And not in a weird, narcissistic or arrogant way. But in a I’ve-come-way-too-far-to-act-like-I-shouldn’t-love-myself kinda way. So I do. I love myself. And I make a practice of loving myself every single day. Sometimes through words of affirmation. Sometimes by sleeping…
A beautiful form of self-care, hanging eucalyptus in the shower can not only turn your shower into a spa, but give you that extra umph you need to start your day.
It’s 8:54 p.m and I’m sipping chamomile tea, sans sugar (I’m a fake-me-out grown up these days). I just dug thru the junk drawer in the kitchen by the sink to find the lighter. The lotus flower and bamboo 3-wick soy candle hasn’t been lit in a while, but tonight is the night. It’s long overdue. Alexa is playing a Jasmine Sullivan random R&B/neo-soul-ish playlist, and the honey-gold sunlight is fading into the greyish-blue sky. I’m writing from the sofa, under a light blanket, with the floor fan oscillating on medium. I’m taking time for me. Me time. And it’s absolutely not by accident.