Self-Care from Poets and Artists

Self-care is not a thing I am great at.

High-functioning anxiety means that I have a lot of trouble relaxing, and I feel guilty about it any time I even get close. There’s always something I should be doing, after all. Certainly always something else I could be doing. I try to absorb the good advice out there about self-care, and I try to take heart in inspirational aphorisms, but there’s always a part of me — the skeptical part, the self-flagellating part — who says these things are just symptoms of laziness. Self-coddling, not self-care. That only applies to me, mind you. What anyone else does to take care of themselves is necessary; for me, an indulgence. Being gentle with myself is not a skill I’ve much practiced.

There’s an irony that this topic comes up this week, as I’ve been hit with one of the flu strains that’s mutated its way around the year’s vaccines. (I work with a couple hundred elementary schoolers a week, so this was perhaps inevitable). And so, since I’m too exhausted to come up with more words of my own, I’ll leave you with those of some poets and artists, who have put it better than I could, anyway.

Visit these folks: TheLatestKate, rupi kaur, Nikita Gill, Clementine von Radics.

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Cass Morris lives and works in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia with the companionship of two royal felines, Princess and Ptolemy. She completed her Master of Letters at Mary Baldwin University in 2010, and she earned her undergraduate degree, a BA in English with a minor in history, from the College of William and Mary in 2007. She reads voraciously, wears corsets voluntarily, and will beat you at MarioKart. Learn more about the Aven Cycle and get a behind-the-scenes look at her work at patreon.com/cassrmorris.

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