I’ve had a shit week, actually a shit year, but I’m trying to really practise a bit of self car and be grateful for the small things so I’ll start.
Watching my young cat explore the garden this afternoon, getting scared by a fly/the grass/a noise and running back inside every two minutes before trying to be brave and sneaking back out.
Having a chat on the sofa with my teenage son about nothing much, he even let me rest my head on his shoulder while we talked.
A roast dinner cooked by someone else.
A lovely hot bath and fresh bedding waiting to go on.