I wrote this in my journal a few weeks ago: Paula, it’s okay to take care of yourself first sometimes.
I’m not sure where it came from. I didn’t write anything more that day. That was it. I didn’t make this entry out of frustration or exhaustion. It just came out or up or through me.
When I read it now, it feels like a reminder, maybe even permission. And not just that it’s okay, but that it’s important and necessary for my own well-being. No apologies. No guilt. No doubt.
It seems like a simple thing. But I want you to know that it’s more than just the words. It’s a sense. Contentment, I think. A deep satisfaction in remembering to care for my own well-being.
Grateful
Paula
