there is a tine atop my desk filled with coffee-stained scraps, unfinished lists, scribbles of things i felt the call to remember.
this tin--well, the contents of this tin, might be my most prized possession.
it is random and chaotic and has absolutely no rhyme or reason, but it is important. to me, it is important.
it is a memory box.
i pulled it out the other day, took to leafing through the bits and pieces, scratched out lines that i felt i had properly tended to, circled words and phrases i wanted expand upn.
and i came across a list from november.
november was hard. the fall was absolutely hard this past year.
it was a list of the things i did one day when the going was particularly rough:
i slept with the humidifier on. ordered the books from amazon i'd been wanting. ordered some skirts from asos. woke early. i showered with my new body scrub. took the time to use lotion after getting out. i made sure my phone was fully charged. i ate a nourishing breakfast of oatmeal and flax seeds and slivered almonds. i scrubbed the mold from the shower curtain.
an innocuous list. not terribly exciting. someone else might come upon and wonder why i had thought to save it.
well, because on that day, when i was feeling so blue, each of those things was prefaced with i love myself enough that...
even at the lowest, even feeling blue and unworthy, and terribly sad, there came the thought:
i love myself enough to wash the shower curtain because i deserve to live in a clean home.
i love myself enough to eat a hearty breakfast because my body deserves that much.
i did the things i didn't feel like doing, because the larger, better part of me knew i deserved them.
it was a list of my successes that day. short and simple and not terribly interesting. but hugely triumphant, for me a triumph of the little odds and ends that keep one afloat and lead to that delicious territory in which happiness sings.