The Day I Stopped Waiting for Help
Today wasn’t extraordinary on paper. It was just the first day of my period. Bloated, tired, irritated, tired from reading and writing overnight. I wanted to skip gym but I went anyway. Almost 1 hour and 45 minutes of showing up for myself- when my body could have easily asked me to stay in bed. There was no big motivation speech, no dramatic push. Just quiet discipline. After that, I went to feed the dogs. This has become a part of my routine now - carrying dog food and some bread for cows, making sure they’re fed, keeping water outside my gate for them. Today, on my way back home I brought coconut water and watermelon along, and I refilled their water bowl like I usually do. But then something different happened. There was this second bowl i bought one month ago, heavy, around 30 kg. Last time a friend and my driver had helped me lift it up. One bowl was placed outside my gate and the second was inside the gate. It had been sitting there for a while because i was n...