Kind things I did for myself today:
– made a cup of keurig coffee in the morning
– paid a bill
– took out the trash
– cleaned up apartment so things would be neat when I returned home
– styled my hair the way I like it (as I do everyday..)
– conscious breathing and meditation throughout the day
– packed a full day’s worth of nutritious meals and snacks to take to work
– drank several cups of raspberry tea for medicinal purposes instead of coffee while in the office
– paid attention to moments of anxiety and relaxed
– crossed several things off my to do list
– wore a fabulous outfit.. and topped it all off with a very sharp black leather jacket/boots/gloves/attache ensemble
– morning, afternoon and evening aromatherapy with ylang ylang and eucalyptus essential oils
– 20 minutes in the sauna after work
– drank water
– took my supplements
– called my grandmother and my actual mother
– laid out my lovely new Christian Dior robe so it was waiting for me to slip into when I got home
– remembered to affirm acceptance of my body throughout the day
– kept my hands/body moisturized
– spruced up my office
– washed and dried a load of laundry
– made my bed
– organized my remaining blocks of work time for the week
– enjoyed hot chocolate and a delicious brownie after a long day
– self massage
Aware of Awareness 
This post reminded me of a poem…
The Greatest Gift of All
Tomorrow is always a mystery,
What it may bring or could easily take away,
For everything there is a season,
A fleeting moment in the sun, they say;
What’s lasting though is a purpose well lived,
The amorphous ties we bind,
And, Forever is the fragrance each everyday gives,
When we loosen our awareness of time;
Consider the stories heard, again and again,
But is never frayed or old;
Or the hand you trusted with the uncertainties of life,
And now more inextricably hold;
Or the shoulders you could always lean on-
Even stand on, to lift you higher or catch your fall;
That’s the thing that so many writers have written of
And I too now confess does, ultimately, conquer all;
The greatest fortune then that we can ever leave or be left with
Is not, by this measure, of extraordinary means;
But simply the love we make, or sometimes inherit,
And its indelible gifts of kindnesses, unseen.
Bj moore
Oh my goodness, this is beautiful! You wrote it??? I’ve never read this.
Oui!
I’m floored.
Now that’s a huge compliment. Thank you!!!