Pfft, and they say journaling your feelings is supposed to help.
Sooo, I made:
Pumpkin muffins, lemon blueberry muffins, banana oatmeal muffins, and oatmeal raisin cookies. Party at my house.
(Now, we just need some tea.)
Male privilege is thinking that as I’m walking home from the subway station, it’s a perfectly good idea to drive your car up on the sidewalk, nearly running me over - just so you can yell sexual things at me.
Male privilege is getting angry at me when I ignore you and walk away. It’s stopping your car on the side walk and opening your door and yelling insults at me. Because, in your world, I owe you attention.
In all actuality, I owe you nothing, you disgusting piece of garbage.
Message to self:
You are okay.
Self-care sometimes means dancing around in your underwear.
To all the individuals who can openly talk about their triggers and what makes them uncomfortable; my hat goes off to you.
I look up to you with pure admiration and, yes, slight elements of jealousy.
I realize that we’re all on our own journey. However, it shows some serious self-acceptance, self-love, and self-care to say, “Hey, this makes me uncomfortable”.
For some, it can be a very difficult thing to achieve.
This is what self-care means at almost 2am. ;)
Tonight, self care means:
- watching economics lectures on YouTube
- bursting out into song, when necessary