I don’t know how it happened so quickly, but I think winter is officially here. It was snowing on Halloween! Like, what the fuck nature? I know our planet is warming and essentially fucked, and it is so depressing. We had fall for basically three weeks and then, WAM! It’s 33 degrees and I’m wearing snow boots like an asshole.
It’s really tempting to give into my seasonal depression when it’s so cold and grey and miserable outside. I want to just hibernate inside and take edibles. I have to shove myself out the door to get to the gym. I force myself to engage in “social activities” - not that I have that many when I’m Chicago considering I have a husband, a fern, and about two friends.
After being in am immediate horrible mood the second I stepped outside the other day, into the disgusting freezing rain, I had to run through my winter self-care routine in my head, and then put it into action when I got back home.
I drew a luxurious bubble bath, lit some candles, and had a lovely soak. I lathered myself in my favorite, thick winter creams, put on my cashmere pajamas and robe, took an edible, and watched Hocus Pocus. My husband made a fire so we’d be extra cozy. It was really lovely. It helped me remember that not everything is the worst, even when it’s fucking freezing. There are small delights in everything we do - we just have to find them and do them.
This week’s mantras
- I deserve self-care.
- I am giving into relaxation.
- I am stronger than the stupid winter.
Have a great week! I love you.