I found myself last on my list.
I was exhausted... and no matter how long I slept, it was never enough.
I had a strong-willed toddler. A highly sensitive 7 year old. And a newborn baby.
I was so overwhelmed, at times I felt like I was underwater.
My needs fell to last... and I became so good at ignoring them, I actually forgot what my needs were.
Until one morning. I said to myself. This is it. This is my life. The moments of life happen in the little daily snapshots. These tiny moments are what will either create my life. Or not.
I began to ritualize my pleasure.
It started with self-care breakfast. I made myself my favourite warm breakfast. And savoured it mindfully.
I left myself notes... words of love and encouragement.
I began to say yes to fun things, even if it was a massive inconvenience to get out of the house, to arrange the kids needs, to get the things done. But I did it anyways, even, especially, when it was hard.
And a momentum was created.
It got less hard....