Today, self care is:
A squeeze on the arm from a survivor, letting go of some formality in exchange for warmth and humanness.
Checking in with a coworker after a shift in the Courthouse.
Changing the radio station from sadness on NPR, and instead rocking out to mindless music in the Smart Park.
Taking lunch at my apartment; breathing in my colorful homespace instead of racing back to the office after the courthouse.
Leaving work before 6:30.
Putting on comfy sweats. Being barefoot.
Having a beer in the backyard, with a kitty named Holgate on my left foot. Okay, the beer part is probably not recommended best practices for vicarious trauma, but the cat surely is.
Hummingbirds feeding on honeysuckle above my head.
And nothing planned for the evening. Mmmmmmm. Not rushing off to the next thing is rare for me, and glorifying in this hush, this pause, feels like such an essential and simple gift to myself.
What about you?
lovely.
ReplyDeletetoday...self care is noon time meetings with people who love and support one another and therapeutic cleaning.