Self-care is
mopping the floor,
submerging the dishes in soapy water
so they’re easier to wash,
wiping off the counter with a wet cloth.
Sometimes it’s nourishing
the creative soul
with drawing or making music
or poetry.
Tonight it’s brushing my teeth
when I’m usually too tired to
and putting on a fresh shirt
before getting into bed.
It’s the time taken to plan
healthy meals and make them,
to push my body a little further.
A week ago, it was crying to
acknowledge the pain,
until falling asleep,
and laughing in the morning.
Crying a little more before moving on..
It could be doing the laundry, taking a shower, or traveling to new places;
completing an assignment and indulging myself with cake.
It could be spreading flower petals around my bed, laying in them, and
daydreaming,
or paying my bills on time and taking out the trash.
Calling my Mom,
My best friend,
Drinking coffee on the balcony,
Saying goodbye to a bad habit.
Sex.
Groceries.
Prayer.
It might be laying here, thinking of a beautiful life with you,
letting sleep take me away,
so I can start again tomorrow.