Sometimes, self care is expensive.

I had a beautiful day reading over tea, sharing lunch with a dear friend, and enjoying a pleasant nap. Despite this, my brain has decided I need to be punished with negative self-talk and obsessing over failures that happened years ago.

My demons have home advantage here. I don’t have to give them that.

I am about to drive to Middletown, treat myself to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, and then enjoy a local band another friend raved about have their first gig as an opening act. If I should finish my book at the restaurant, I have another book I can start in my bag.

Expensive? Sure, but think of it as choosing to fight your demons at advantage. If they want to bring me down, they’ll have to chase me.