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My body said “nah.” I said “watch me.”
This morning, my body woke up with an attitude. Every joint felt like it was being crushed in a vise.
I had a choice: drag myself through the day, or show up like I meant it.
So I pulled on my softest, most flattering leggings, the ones that make me feel just a LITTLE more fit than I actually may be, and my favorite oversized sweater.
I pulled my hair back and it did me the rare favor of looking pretty good. Added a little color to my face, some earrings, and my favorite lip gloss.
Made something decent for lunch instead of grazing through the fridge drawers for string cheese. And finally answered that email I’ve been pretending didn’t exist since Monday.
None of it was heroic. But every bit of it was on purpose. I didn’t do it out of motivation or some sense of self-improvement.
I did it out of spite.Spite toward the version of me that used to sit things out.
Spite toward the idea that I have to wait until I feel better to be better.Showing up was the win and just feeling a little like myself again was an added bonus.
What did you do today—even something small—that reminded you you’re still in the game?
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This gave me a boost.
My version of “showing up” looked different today.
I straightened and dusted off a set of shelves that were cluttered. Instead of scrolling on Facebook, I unsubscribed from a bunch of emails I usually ignore. And then I treated myself to a couple chapters from a new book, in a cozy chair I almost never sit in.
It was more than I could do yesterday and it felt like I was choosing to tend to myself today.
Anyone else deciding to fill their time with small acts of compassion?
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