exam stress and general worries have led me to self-acceptance for the time being. it'll pass, it was brief.
An outreaching stretch to grab a charger behind the bed-
because, of course, I let it slip again.
Always just out of reach, always a scramble.
Like rest. Like calm. Like self-worth.
I embrace others with compassion, a gentle comfort- an agony aunt- listening, lifting, soothing. you’re doing your best, and that’s enough. Rarely do I turn that voice inward, wrapping myself in the warm blanket of reassurance.
Most nights, I stand in front of the mirror, toothbrush in hand, and catalog the ways I’ve fallen short. The things I didn’t do, self-set goals I couldn’t reach. A quiet inventory of perceived failures. A mundane daily routine of self affliction. Why’s and what if’s, upset and torment.
But tonight, it was different.
I looked at myself, not through the peering eyes of a critic, but like I might look at a friend. Gently. Kindly. You’re doing good. You’re finding joy in small things, trying hard, moving forward, even if it’s slow.
I didn’t point out the flaws. I didn’t scold. I stood there and accepted these words in amicable silence.
I can’t promise I’ll always be this kind. Maybe tomorrow I’ll forget again. But tonight, I gave myself grace.
And for now, that’s a step.
And tonight, that’s enough.
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