I have never liked roller coasters, especially those that have free fall. Nausea, dizziness, distress... All that is what I feel when my anxiety approaches.
I met her more than two years ago, and although I have had 3 or 4 events to date when I feel her coming, I get scared, my stomach gets in a knot and I get gastroesophageal reflux. Wow, I hate that feeling...
Then I tell myself to accept her, not want to run away from her, and not make strength to push her away. Breaths and, thinks Janitze, you can get out of the quicksand by staying still and lying down. Little by little, in short meditation sessions, I am stabilizing, and after I am in balance, I think my self-care is my essential life.
And it seems like an unattainable daily treat. But deep down it's simple. A daily treat can take the form of Putting on moisturizer, calmly.
A cold beer, send a loving message, look or see in a shop window something that you are not going to buy at the moment, but that makes you dream, wake up lol.
When I take my long shower, which is every day, it's like giving myself a caress slowly, just as I feel it when I dance to the music I like, and it brings up memories, memories that I sometimes tell you hivians, through my lyrics, in this community.
Having a coffee is very pleasant at 5 a.m. every day is my whim that gives me a lot of pleasure, I usually do it from my balcony and gaze at the infinity of the universe.
I love the smell of coffee, before and after. And each of those things that I share with you has its life story with me. I'm fond of them.
And I added a little to the decoration because hahaha (You have to treat yourself well) even if it's doing and tasting the pleasure I feel from a good coffee.
The red coffee box, a gift from my mother-in-law, will be almost thirty years ago. I love it. I've been keeping my ground coffee there ever since. The coffee maker is also a few years old and is the one that followed the classic Italian one. And she has been the only one since then who has made coffee in this house 24 years ago.
The red teaspoon, with it, I gave the oatmeal to my last two children. He is very soft and has many years... Lol. The tall cup, blue and white enameled, handmade and so beautiful, was brought to me by one of my children from his trip to Colombia a few years ago. She is young and unique, just like her.
As you can see, I love to tell my memories...
... And how I keep my things and the memory that keeps all the things that pass through my mind when I have a coffee.
It's a whim at a pleasant time... The difference is in giving me a pleasant moment as part of my daily self-care, or that the pleasant is always conditioned...
Do you condition your pleasure, or is it part of your daily self-care? My pleasure is part of my daily self-care and when I want to go another way I say to myself “Inhale, exhale, breathe, anxiety out of my house ”I stop, I breathe, and I see things in a different color. I close my eyes and make a wish: a week of vacation 🌺
The photo is beautiful, it's from a coffee I just had, accompanied by nature in my environment, which I love. Deconstructing myself to bloom again, is my only visualization. The essential is invisible to the eyes. May the anxiety about working not overcome me, I'm contemplating life again.
I just aspire to this. These are my feelings and reflections.
In the midst of so much pain in the world, sometimes I feel remorse when enjoying my affections at home, without that ability to see the beautiful, to enjoy the small details, we would be easy prey to depression... God protect us!
And you, how do you feel and live it?
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