Self care has become a commodity. An excuse to buy something. A reason to pay more for that candle/chocolate/plant.
For New Years, I sent Keep Writing number 116, asking you to do something to take care of yourself in the new year. TO write it down and put it somewhere to remind yourself throughout the year. We can be so hard on ourselves. Self care isn’t overcommitting and then taking a bath, but learning to say no to situations.
And just as a bonus, I printed this on some soft cotton lettra I had around the studio, giving the lovely impression you can see above. It is too much to suggest it looks like words singing in snow?