This morning while waiting for the kettle to boil so I could make tea I had nothing to do. Instead of just standing there I prepped my breakfast for the next two days.
Now, before you start to be mildly impressed at this random burst of responsibility let me point out my meal prep consisted of measuring oats into Tupperware bowls, tossing in measured toppings, and popping the lids on the bowls.
Not exactly rocket science, or even cooking.
Despite how ridiculously easy that was I have decided that was some weird combo of adulting and self care, and if that’s the level I managed of those two things today, well, that’s the level.
Not everyday can involve meal prepping entire dishes for the week ahead. Not every act of self care can be something Instagram worthy.
Some days tiny, almost insignificant actions, can be what result in an easier time later in the week; which to me equates to self care, and in this case meal prep, in the most loosely used definition of the term.
So try to give yourself a bit of credit for the small things you do for yourself. They count. You know why they count? Because I said so! And if that isn’t a classic adult answer I don’t know what is lol
The Amazing Shrinking Woman 
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