I’m still here, but longer commutes lead to longer flares. And, longer flares lead to more swollen hands that need to be saved for work. Fortunately (?), my commute will be a lot more manageable after next month because our current place finally raised the rent for lease renewal enough to overcome our inertia about moving. We’ll be moving to nearer my new workplace next month, and I will hopefully have more spoons again in the evening and on weekends. Fingers crossed.
Until I am up for writing a full post again, have a Where’s Whoopsie about how self-care is self-protective, not selfish.

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Hoping the move goes as smoothly as possible and helps with your spoons. I want the shirt in your drawing! 🧘♀️😊
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Right on! Self-care is more about ‘care’ than ‘self’ – taking care of self ‘cos no-one else is. Why does slapping ‘self’ onto a concept or an act that is passive/kindly, suddenly makes it become ‘selfish’?? i.e. it becomes very negative and ‘self-centred’. When the concept or act is active/pro-active (self-manage, self-propel, self-finance) it is altogether positive and you become a wonderful person.
Whole thing stumps me. Anyway, care, self-care, have an absolute duvet day – whatever it takes so get back on track. X🤗
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I love your illustration of the importance of self-care! It brings to mind the imaginary house I have where all my parts live together, Doubt, Anxiety, the teen, Rage, whoever shows up. I also imagine doors that I can shut so those parts can still be there, but I don’t have to listen to them all the time.
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