This morning I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t want to shower. I didn’t want to get dressed. I definitely didn’t want to drive to work.
My brain immediately jumped ahead to the entire day, and the whole thing felt exhausting before I had even put my feet on the floor. Then I realized:
I don’t have to do the whole day right now. I just have to do the next thing.
Feet on the floor. Then shower. Then clothes. Then food. Then the car. I don’t even have to want to do any of it. That might be the part I’m finally learning. I can be sad and still put my shoes on. I can be lonely and still leave the house. I can be exhausted and still take one step. I don’t have to feel better before I start living my day. Sometimes taking care of myself isn’t some big breakthrough.
Sometimes it’s just:
Okay. What’s next? And then doing that