I felt it in my body this weekend — how exhausted I was after a rough week. A long night of sleep on Friday helped. An afternoon outside of home did too. Blowing off steam last night with my friends on Zoom helped. And today, I did nothing. Gloriously. I got pizza and watched Netflix and my cats took turns sleeping on my chest (Arthur’s slowly getting his appetite back, he’s doing better).
I spent a little time this evening prepping for work tomorrow, but on the whole, I’ve tried to give my brain permission not to think today. I’ve felt tired all day and yes, maybe that’s a bit from the wine last night, but I think it’s mostly from running off adrenaline to get through cat emergencies on top of ten or twelve-hour workdays.
Sometimes self-care is exercise, fresh air, making a smoothie, connecting with people you love, and having a good cry. I’ve done all those things when I can this week. But sometimes self-care is today, doing nothing and not feeling guilty over it. Arthur is in my lap as I type this. Bright-eyed again. That’s more than enough to be grateful for.
With Love,
Natalie