when i am not feeling quite like myself, i have a number of go-to things. retail therapy. a warm drink. my favorite comfort food. some chick lit to get lost in awhile. alone time or company with a sister or friend, depending on my level of glum and willigness to talk. maybe even a phonecall with my mother. sometimes one or two of these things do the trick, sometimes all are necessary.
i cling onto each of these until i remember what i like about them, why i go to them, what they mean to me. and gradually i find me again.
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