I checked in with myself today. It went like this:
Nadia: “Self?”
Self: “Yes?”
Nadia: “Are you okay?”
Self: “I think so.”
Nadia: “Good. Just checking.”
Lol. I know. It seems crazy, but sometimes something as small as that can push me through the rest of the week. Some afternoons, days and weeks go by so fast that I just NEED to check in… and so I do.
Waiting around for other people to check on me is just selfish. Only me and God truly know when I need someone to ask the simplest, most important questions. I can’t expect my loved ones to read my mind [[even though sometimes it seems like they do]]. I also can’t guarantee that I’ll always be completely honest when answering someone outside of myself. So, I do my own check-ins.
I laugh at it sometimes. The fact that I am so in tune with what I need, even the tiniest things. It lets me know that I’m prepared. For what? I’m not exactly sure.
Anyway, I’m here. I’m studying. I’m alive… and I’m okay
