Cindy: I’m Not Taking Care Of Me

The roses were gorgeous. I buried my nose in the pale pink blooms displayed in the floral department at the grocery store. Each blossom and bud burst with sweet aroma. I pictured them overflowing in my favorite crystal vase. And then I walked away. Who buys themselves flowers? I thought. Resolutely, I filled my cart with bread, milk and fruit, paid for my groceries and drove home. But I couldn’t stop thinking about those roses – and why I didn’t buy them. Somehow, I’d internalized the message that you wait for others to buy you flowers, and then only on special occasions. Those blooms would have fed my soul and warmed my heart, but I couldn’t give myself permission to buy them. You see, I’m not very good at taking care of me/ Cindy Hval , SR Front Porch. More here.

Question: Do you know how to take care of yourself?