This is just a reminder of how important it is to
just stop every once in a while to reflect.
(It was brought to my attention recently that I use the word ‘just’ a lot. It’s a habit that needs cutting because it only serves to minimise intention which is something I really don’t want to be doing anymore.)
It’s easy to forget that you need time sometimes, especially when life gets busy and you find yourself constantly with plans or surrounded by people. I’m not complaining in the slightest because it’s so nice to have places to go and people to see, but I’m definitely somebody who needs to shut a door on the physical world once in a while in order to tap into my own internal world.
I used to view being a hermit as a bad thing, or at least I was conditioned to believe it was a bad thing because I think people saw it as simply being lazy and/or unsociable – but now I realise that actually I need that space to be able to function properly in my day to day life. One of my favourite things in the world is snuggling up under clean covers, in a tidy room, with fairy lights twinkling. I use lavender on my sheets every day because I find it incredibly calming. My bedroom is my safe space, a place to recharge and I relish every moment spent in it. Don’t ever feel guilty for needing to rest, it’s a form of self care and it’s incredibly important. It can be exhausting being human, especially when you’re an empath and are constantly absorbing the vibes and emotions of the world around you.
This was really just a short post about the love I have for my bed and has served as a reminder of the total ambivert I am. Haha. Soon I’ll be back chit chatting and having fun around the city but for now, breathe.
I really love the weekends.
PS. I seriously recommend falling in love with a fellow hermit; there’s nothing better than shutting out the noise of the world together. Sundays are magic.