Five Days of Comfort: Spent

Denise

Five Days of Comfort: Spent

Denise
fir-334011_640It's hard when spent becomes the day.

You've spent what was allocated in the budget.

You've spent all the favors you could call in.

You've spent all the patience you could muster.

You've spent all the time you could find.

You're just spent.

How do you find more to fill up your accounts?

Because you're spent, you may think you cannot buy.

But you can.

You can buy by giving to yourself. When the budget stretches, give yourself a break. You're amazing at stretching and making do with what you have. When the favors dry up, give to yourself by writing out three gratitudes. Your gratefulness will bring you back into favor. When the patience runs out, give yourself breathing room and a reminder that you're doing your best under really tough circumstances. When the time runs out, give to yourself by simply telling yourself it's okay to take more time.

The day takes up. You can give back.




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On those \"spent\" days I feel like a cell phone whose battery has been drained. I'm on autopilot as I drag myself upstairs. But then: a hot shower with my favorite eucalyptus mint shampoo brings me back to life. I use my \"scrubby gloves\" and my favorite sugar scrub or citrus exfoliating body wash to wash away the metaphorical grime of the day and reinvigorate myself. I dry myself off with a clean towel (I treat myself to a clean one every night) and step into some laundry-fresh pajamas (clean jammies every night, too). It's my little bedtime ritual and it works. I am human again.