There was a time I wrote poetry like I was a witch and the words were the spells coming out of my lips. That’s when I discovered who I was without words, regardless of how much I wrote. I tried to slice through the paper with emotions that poured from me like lemonade.
No matter the hatred, nor anger nor love even made you take in the words you saw me write. Your smirk and your eyerolls, even your comments “such beautiful words, never stop writing” never woke me up. I was dreaming in the world of metaphors floating around me, gripping my throat and holding my arms up, forcing me to surrender more words to beg you to stop, but you wanted to feel inspired. You wanted to feel needed and it was easier for you to cherish my poetry more than me. I was nothing. An open journal that words bled through and disappeared like water color dropped into a bucket. Worthless.
I have rediscovered myself without words and without you. -me
SELF-CARE: Within 2mins of waking this morning, and after a night of 2hrly breastfeeds, I knew I had a decision to make. I could either dwell on the foggy tiredness I felt and mope my way through the day half showing up for my babies or I could give myself some love and take the kiddies along on a ride of self-care. I chose the later, heading out for a morning run, stretching, filling my body with a green smoothie, and endulging in a coffee from my fave local cafe, all with the kiddies in tow. Self-care is self-less. It gives us the ability to show up for others by showing up for ourselves. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
How are you serving other with self-care on this beautiful Monday morning?? 💖