Phoning it in.

I don‘t like the idea of phoning it in. My intermittent perfectionism makes me feel like I should be able to rise above, do better. And yet, if a dear friend was feeling tired, uncertain, overwhelmed...I would ask her to rest. I would bring hot tea and a warm blanket. I would say that she’s done enough today.

And so I am choosing to treat myself with that same compassion. I am considering what it means to be a friend to myself. I’m making tea and grabbing my favorite blanket. This feels like progress.