Jesus loves me, this I know. For he gave me Lex-a-pro.
Distancing myself from people or situations that drain me emotionally, mentally, and/or physically even if it’s done begrudgingly.
Saying NO as the one-word sentence that it is.
Getting a new tattoo on my inner right wrist of an Egon Schiele flower to serve as an affirmation that even wilted, fucked-up looking flowers whose leaves are falling off one by one are still beautiful flowers and will bloom again in the spring.
No longer apologizing for anything that is a byproduct of simply existing.
Having that second glass of wine and/or not having any wine at all.
Radical self-acceptance balanced with habitual self-contemplation.
Traveling to a place I’ve always wanted to visit with a girlfriend who appreciates a giant slab of cured meat and stinky cheese as much as I do.
Binging teen rom-coms on Netflix until it feels weird and slightly inappropriate.
Crying the ugly cries until I feel better.
Treating myself to new sneakers I can’t help but smile when wearing.
Laughing out loud as often and as loudly as possible regardless of the setting or who is listening.
Complimenting myself when I need to hear it.
Writing for clarity, writing for peace, writing because it makes me feel better.
No longer subscribing to my own bullshit and taking a daily dose of humble pie.
Keeping my life and daily frustrations in perspective.
Moving my body when it craves it, napping when it doesn’t.
Lizzo and Florence + The Machine on repeat.