With school and work, we get used to hanging out with who we mesh with best. But when we change, is it fair to expect others to change too?
Self-care has become synonymous for personal downtime and treating ourselves unhealthily. The true meaning of self-care has evaded us.
Obviously we deserve to take it easy from time to time. It is possible to be unproductive and still make yourself proud! But are you sleeping easy tonight?
Since lockdown started, I have massively gotten into self-improvement podcasts. Here are a few of my favourites to get your journey started!
And if I sing of home, I dream of mountains not yet climbed, I let the birds travel through my voice And twist my vocal chords into a nest Large enough to house a lonely traveller. And if I sing of hell, I point at shadows under my own bed, Climb the duvet to flatten…
To stay the same While leaves play dress up in the mind What a shame To choose cornfields over winter beach sanding What a waste When one is standing where no one can find.
“A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person.” – Dave Barry I am a stubborn gal. Blame it on me being a taurus, but I hold grudges. Treat me badly and show the slightest tint of remorse, and we’re good. But refuse to acknowledge my pain, and we’re pretty…
Stretching my toes onto cold wooden floor My fingers undo whatever i wore Poking at buttons i got from a store My belly deletes all of your wars Sand without beach carried within Sadness only hides in my grin Screams carried in wind cannot begin Without first hiding in my delicate skin
red and blue and yet and you andfind me something that won’t leave thensick as dogs as slick as yourslose that smile and then my warswink of an eye blink and then crysink before you say goodbye your words pile high til they match my eyesyou go on and i’ll meet other guys
Sharing welcome information certainly is, and I hope not to sound too judgy here. If a thought can be a sin, surely we’re all sinners. and isn’t writing using repetitive hand movements to facilitate my thought process (at least here)? Why do I feel guilty for using conversation as a tool to organise my mind?…