In the aftermath of the break-up with T, I looked for ways to be kind to myself. This is not a trait that comes easily to me but if ever a year called for kindness to myself, it is 2022. I vowed to remember the little niceties that make my days better. So it was that even when JT was out of the house, I set the dining room table and made supper for myself.
Over the last few months, holding to this habit has paid dividends. I sit with candlelight, music, something to read and I enjoy an evening meal. There’s nothing quite like a cloth napkin, a home-cooked meal, and a seat at the table to remind myself that though I may feel bewildered and bruised by the last few months, I am still worthy.
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