Looking at photographs taken at twilight, I can never tell if it’s sunrise or sunset. Not sure if this is just me.
“You know how you always want more for the people you love?” he says. “We want that for you, too.”
I sigh. I can piece together what he’s saying, connect the dots, and understand how it makes logical sense. But it’s so hard for me to feel it.
Maybe temporarily lowered expectations is a form of self-love I can actually get behind. Not the self-aggrandizing kind of self-love where I think I’m all that and a bag of chips or can do no wrong. But one where I can extend a little grace to myself when I’m struggling, allow myself a slower day without guilt. A self-love where I can trust myself to catch up later on the slack I’ve cut myself.
As long-time readers of the blog might know, I play a fair amount of video games. I have for most of my life. But I’m not very good at most of them.
“This is such a weird time,” I write to a friend. It’s at least the sixth time I’ve written that — or something like it
Today’s article is a guest post by frequent Poly.Land contributor Fluffy about what they’ve learned from two of the worst years of their life.