This year has been habit-breaking and habit-inducing at the same time. Not only did I beat a decade old addiction, I have also built new routines of healthy self-soothing.
Self-care has become synonymous for personal downtime and treating ourselves unhealthily. The true meaning of self-care has evaded us.
You would think I'd welcome having people looking forward to my work. But instead, I'm filled with dread and freeze up. Why am I so petrified of attention?
We all have goals, and we all procrastinate. I like to blame perfectionism on holding me back. What is this mental barrier we put in front of ourselves?
Stuck inside feeling useless and unmotivated? You're not alone. With everyone working from home, our usual routines have been messed up.