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Filling My Cup: A Journey of Self-Care, Love, and Laughter



Hello, dear readers! Today, I'm delving into a topic close to my heart, one that's been a rollercoaster of emotions, realizations, and, believe it or not, a lot of laugh-out-loud moments. It's about learning the crucial lesson that to give the best of ourselves to others, we first need to ensure our own cup is brimming.

As a mom and someone who's navigated the seas of marriage, I've often found myself caught in the undercurrent of guilt for even thinking about putting myself first. I lost myself in the whirlwind of responsibilities and the silent expectation to keep giving, even when my emotional well was dry. There was a point when I looked in the mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back at me. She was someone who had given so much of herself away that she was running on empty, a mere shell of her vibrant self.

This pattern of selflessness wasn't something I conjured up overnight. It was a legacy, passed down from the strong, unwavering women in my life. My mom, my grandma—they were my superheroes, caring for everyone with a boundless energy that I aspired to emulate. They taught me that this was love in its purest form. But in following their footsteps, I stumbled upon a guilt-ridden path for wanting something as simple as time for myself. My voice, it seemed, had been lost in translation, buried under layers of inherited duties and silent sacrifices.

The concept of self-care was as alien to me as the idea of taking a trip to Mars. It wasn't something I grew up seeing; it was a deliberate choice I had to make. Why? Because I've known the desolate lands of depletion too intimately. I've felt what it's like to have nothing left to give, to be emotionally bankrupt. And let me tell you, it's not a place you'd want to send a postcard from.

Learning to prioritize myself wasn't just about self-preservation; it was about rediscovering the joys of life and laughter. It involved a lot of trial and error (cue the failed yoga poses and the kitchen disasters in the name of "eating healthier"). It meant setting boundaries, which at first felt like trying to speak a foreign language fluently on day one. Awkward? Absolutely. Necessary? Undoubtedly.

The journey to filling my cup has been sprinkled with moments of hilarity—like the time I decided meditation was my gateway to inner peace, only to fall asleep and wake up to my kids drawing on the brick fireplace. Or when I tried to articulate my need for "me time" and ended up locking myself in the bathroom with a glass of bourbon and a slice of cake (hey, desperate times call for desperate measures).

But here's the kicker: through all these moments, I've learned that self-care isn't selfish; it's essential. It's not about neglecting our loved ones; it's about ensuring we're our best selves for them and, importantly, for us. It's a lesson in love, laughter, and the liberating feeling of reclaiming your voice and space.

So, to all the wonderful souls reading this, remember: filling your cup is the first step to overflowing love and joy into the lives of those around you. And sometimes, it's perfectly okay if that cup is filled with a little bit of bourbon and a lot of cake. Cheers to our journey of self-love, care, and a whole lot of laughter along the way!


With love and laughter,


Anoma

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jewelrydawn7
18 de mar.

Beautifully written


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