It seems my weekends have two repeatable themes. Do nothing but sit on the couch all day and night, or find myself at a concert. This weekend I managed to do both pretty flawlessly.
Imagine feeling that the person you share all parts of your life with doesn’t know who you are. Not great right? Now imagine you’re thinking of all the things he SHOULD know, and realize that he doesn’t know because you’ve never shared that part of you, or don’t do those things anymore. How could he know that version of me?
There are many ideas of what self care is. Most examples come in the form of journaling, exercise, reading, face masks, etc. However what I’m about to suggest, is basically the opposite of what everyone thinks of.