I read a note I wrote on Facebook in 2009, and I was so proud of myself because I had baked a potato all by myself.
I share this vulnerable moment with you, so that you know there is nothing too small to celebrate.
I didn’t have much in my adulting/self-care/survival skills toolbox. That potato was one more tool, and in the however many years it has been since (carry the one or new math, brain glitch, 13?) years, wait a sec, THIRTEEN YEARS?
Okay. Yeah. I’ve made a lot of progress in thirteen years, although could someone check my math, is that right?
I have been gathering tools and learning skills and training myself to remember to take care of myself. (Yeah, that sounds kinda sad when I lay it out like that but there it is). I am still learning that I am worthy of care. That I deserve rest. That rest does not require exhaustion, and I don’t need to earn my shower or my meal. I can just GET those.
I’m still learning. I like to take my time with lessons, make sure they really stick.
This old note was a happy reminder of where I’ve been and how far I’ve come and how proud 2009-me would be of 2022-me. And how proud I am of 2009-me. And that is growth.
I can look back on myself with kindness. I can be gentle, I can offer grace. It feels wonderful to be free from the weight of self-judgment. To take a moment to celebrate where I was and where I am and all the work and humanity in between.
So, take heart! There are potatoes.
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