I woke ahead of the sunrise. No reason, I could have slept in, but woke, and sleep wasn’t happening after that so… sitting here sipping coffee watching night become day. 🙂

A new beginning. I woke feeling rested. Comfortable in my skin. Content. Merry? Merry. A good start. Where will the day lead, I wonder? I sip my coffee and make a list of some assorted housekeeping chores I’d ideally like to get done this weekend. I’d made myself any number of assurances I’d do a load of laundry after work some evening this week… I didn’t. Now it is non-negotiable, and more than one load. There are carpets to vacuum, counters to clean, and trash to go out. Nothing complicated, no heavy lifting, just life’s adult basics, tending to hearth and home. (Oh, right! – I’ve got to sweep out the fireplace, too, before I light a fire this weekend.) Everyday things that in some cases get done every day. Self-care isn’t just showering, brushing teeth, brushing hair, dressing and feeding myself. Self-care isn’t just meditation, taking meds on time, and managing well-set boundaries. Housekeeping, too – and honestly, all that got much easier to commit to, when I began to accept the idea that even the housework is part of my self-care, because I, myself, prefer an orderly environment, and feel safer in such, and more emotionally well. So. Housework today? Yeah, probably. I don’t even mind; it feels good to support myself with good self-care. 😀

I watch as snow begins to fall.

I watch as snow begins to fall.

I see my squirrel visitor stop by my makeshift feeder, and realize the day has really begun. My coffee is finished. It’s late enough in the morning for laundry without being inconsiderate of the neighbors unfortunate enough to live next to the laundry room. It’s a good beginning on a Saturday. It’s enough.