one step at a time

The days feel longer, and the cold is stuck in my bones. Can't warm up, can't stay awake. There is something so comforting about the grey of winter though, something that leaves me numb from all the rest of it. My movements are slow motion, and it feels like I am constantly waiting for something that won't come. I find myself wondering constantly what *needs* to happen, ignoring what should happen for the benefit of everyone. All the while, neglecting what should probably happen for the benefit of me. It's amazing to me how readily I will put my own needs in the back seat while I adhere to the needs of everyone else. I need to get back into the practice of self care - and stop worrying so much about what everyone thinks. The people who matter don't mind, and those who mind don't matter.