Nibbling
“I made a cup of instant Viet coffee from a pack of packets my pal Brian gave me, and heated up some pizza rolls.”
I climbed into bed at nine last night and I’ve just kind of stayed here for hours. I’d sleep for a couple of hours, wake up a little, drift back off. Finally, at three in the morning, I woke up fully. Time for the Bee!
I made a cup of instant Viet coffee from a pack of packets my pal Brian gave me, and heated up some pizza rolls.
I zipped through the Bee, Wordle, Connections, Letter Boxed while sipping and nibbling.
Then, at five, after clearing my dishes and brushing my teeth, I turned off my light and went back to sleep for a while.
This is self-care, that thing that people are always telling you to make sure you do. I just the other day ranted on Facebook against people telling me to do this, to remember self-care.
When I’m overwhelmed by life, people telling me to remember self-care are just adding another thing to the list of things I need to do. They mean well, but it’s just another assignment. It also implies that I haven’t been self-caring, because if I had been I wouldn’t be so stressed out.
I’m very good at self-care. I do things like stay in bed determinedly and work on word puzzles, and nap. It’s why I didn’t go completely insane last year, just mildly.
I was still stressed out.
When I write about resting and relaxing, I get angry messages from people telling me to get a real job. In this country, a lot of people get really angry at the thought that someone might not be earning their rest and relaxation.
Fuck ‘em.
I’m going to have a few more sips of coffee and get to work. Not that it matters. Not that it should.