You can’t pour from an empty cup–here are a few ways I fill mine.
First: sunscreen…daily–no exceptions
underneath: a clean face, a layer of lotion–dabbed, not smudged
a litany of “I love yous,” affirmations till they’re absorbed, and reflective eye contact
Second: journaling — to express and process
dotted notebook — no lines, no blanks — Leuchtturm1917 B6+ preferred
writing in cursive to increase flow and decrease outside understanding; criss-cross style inspired by a book I read in 7th grade
black gel pens, and the occasional color, dated and timed
titles are optional; format is freestyled
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Third: les fleurs; “Will somebody wear me to the fair?”
my first requirement: creative and dynamic.
my second: no red roses; too boring.
can be simple but must spark joy, and tickle my brain
many sizes, many colors, many types
perfect for any occasion and “just beacauses”
Fourth: walks
life-changing when embarked on purposefully–a philosophical practice taught to me by my Lolo from a very early age
amazing in both long and short form, with additional recreation — the more the merrier
time for contemplation, Nature worship, channeling and meditation, observation and appreciation; wander and wonder
creates space for conversation, and exploration!
levels of preference: alone, with Bumble, with company (when invited)
Fifth: food! primary function is to taste and savor
always best enjoyed when shared
eyes eat first, camera eats second, nose eats third, and mouth always has the final say
childhood practice: “Try it before you say no”
experience, convenience…recipe disobedience encouraged (experiment!)
Sixth: naps are essential for survival
the best fiestas are siestas jk…unless
can be taken anywhere really–long car rides, grassy slopes, warm sunny hammocks, cozy ones on a rainy day, the possibilities are endless
denotes: safety, comfort, and sometimes, am just tired
How do you pour into your own cup?
