[ Dear Me, 30s #1 _ Just 15 Minutes ]

On my 31st birthday, I made a quiet promise to myself:

To give myself at least 15 minutes a day.
Not to do more. But to simply be with me.

Some evenings, that means soaking in warm water.
No music. No scrolling. Just stillness — and breath.

I feel the warmth touch my skin, watch the steam rise and melt into the air, and notice the sound of my own breathing. That’s all. And somehow, it’s everything.

In those few minutes, I return to my body. And every time I do, a little more of my self-worth comes back to me.

It doesn’t take much. Just presence.

Afterwards, I put on my favorite body lotion. I love the scent. I love how soft my skin feels. And when I crawl into bed, I think, “This is enough. I deserve everything.”

And sometimes - if I want to enjoy a moment of sensual wellness, I do.
If I want to sleep, I sleep.
There’s no rule. No pressure.

Just me.
Choosing myself.
Every night.

[ Dear Me, 30s #021_25.06.11 ]