sunday delights vol.2
hello darlings x
it is the second sunday in november
this is a short form list about little delights and small pleasures.
this weekend is more of the same, except today i write from a self-made couch fort, wearing my stepfather’s gargantuan sweatpants, tee + sweatshirt (doesn’t every girl just wanna feel miniscule?) and i am sipping spearmint tea. also, i am in peak luteal phase territory- raging, tearful, withdrawn, hermit-esque, spots on chin, big swollen tits, soft longing in heart, nap obsessed, avoiding mirrors. it is, perhaps, for this reason (the latter, pre-menstrual one) that this will be a little listicle letter. i hope it brings you sunday soothies + comfort. i hope you let yourself be messy and moody and not perfect but also that you can perhaps muster the strength to romanticise a moment or two.
this weekend was both bad + good.
as i heal my inner little child, (in therapy, support groups + online courses) im learning about good love and bad love. the type of hot/cold parental affection that creates a person who is always on edge, chronically stressed, hypervigilant, and waiting for the other shoe to drop. this sense of un-ease while having a perfectly lovely, sunny, sparkly day can creep in and invite us into unnecessary altertness, fear, expectation. learning to receive the sweetness, bask in it, and recite mantras like “ happy thank you more please “ along with somatic practices to infuse safety seem to be helping a bit.
the weekend felt bad when i was: shaming myself for introversion/selfishness, anticipating future fomo, feeling fear floods, scanning for signs of disconnection/ dissaproval.
the weekend was nice when i: felt my feelings fully- like a wave, remembered pmdd is not permanent, expressed authentically, self soothed + allowed sense of longing simultaneously. re-applied lip balm, rubbed magnesium oil into joints, connected to my body, face, + gentle self care.
highlights of weekend:
-taking the space i needed away from the world, in my own little corner/ home space to snuggle up with blankets, heading pad + novel set in 1970s ireland.
-emerging later that afternoon, refueled + authentically craving connection: chats at a coffee shop with coworkers/new friends (returning to the u.s. reminds me that i really do love the company of other women), a big ottolenghi style dinner with close family friends (connection to jews=safety).
-a saturday morning visit to the farmers market: chilly, sun-drenched, lots of starchy tubers, decorative gourds, foraged mushrooms,a friend working at the coffee stand, puppies, babies, flower, a walk on the beach after with my momma.
-getting 9 hours of sleep- a luteal requirement.
-being charmingly chilly, rosy cheeked + bundled in my new fave wool sweater.
-making this little sunday playlist:
some other delights:
favorite quote:
-“the better it gets, the better it gets.” - perfect antidote to shoe-drop mentality.
drink
-big porcelain mug containing. maple spice latte with steamed half + half / oat milk and extra cinnamon then topped off with hot drip coffee to re-heat. sipped while reading library book and occasionally smiling at nice ladies.
-milamend hormone balancing cocktail. twice a day.
-luteal elixirs: dandelion chai, spearmint tea, hibiscus infusions.
eats:
-firing up the grill to make chicken thighs on a sunny chilly afternoon. moshed up in bowl with purple sweet potato, avocado, goat cheese, black beans, and peppers.
beauty products:
-snail mucin, vitamin c serum + castor oil. she’s quenched!
-also brown sugar body scrub, followed by pure glycerin and coconut body lotion. slugging w oil on my chest/neck area!
watching:
-the prince & me- as i prepare to return to my danish prince.
listening:
-i dont really care for you by CMAT. she mentions marian keyes- the QUEEN of literature and a bunch of other beautiful, hilarious bars.
( i just spent seven hours looking at old pics of me
tryna pinpoint where the bitch began
somewhere after the passion of christ
and before i had an instagram)
no-one writes like the irish. no one.
(re) reading:
-rachel’s holiday by marian keyes (her highness). a more introspective, dark, self aware, poignant bridget jones with (more obvious) addiction issues.
thats it! ta ta for now little tater tots. may the little delights of your week be plentiful, may you be soothed + sovereign. you’re not alone. xx mimi