It’s November and I’m putting down the glass and plastic. The weather is cold and I have time to take. This is not life or death. I am an adult and I am not in trouble.
It’s November and I’m managing what I can and making peace with what I can’t. I cannot control everything, I don’t need to control everything. This feeling is uncomfortable but it is not unsafe. My ideas of perfection only harm me. I do not need to fulfil a daily quota of worthiness to deserve the love I am given. When I am kinder to myself, I can be kinder to everything else.
It’s November and the dark is startling, the cold is striking, the stars are shining. There is life to be lived
#November#when I expect such high standards of myself I can unfairly place them on others and that’s not a kind thing to do#in my stress I can believe I have found the magic cure to it all through doing X Y and Z correctly but there is no such thing#I do not need to be perfect. I do not need to be anything other than alive. I practice kindness#my care must start with myself. my kindness must start with myself. if I believe it is conditional then it is not fairly given#mine#care#comfort#hope#affirmations#grounding