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I’ve adopted practices like a mourning ritual, allowing me to let go a bit, shed cold emotional barriers more, and embrace warmth. It’s made me feel more loved, less lonely, creating more space for joy. Due to this, my subconscious now also seeks more proof of safety, like sweet words, warm eye contact, and lovely conversations.

It all began with paying closer attention to my impulsive behaviors, particularly around eating, spending, and moments of intimacy, along with timeboxing my goals. I’ve become more mindful of my patterns and more active in achieving my goals.

As for the moments of intimacy, I’ve been postponing since reaching the 100+ mark; it’s a work in progress. When my wintersleep is over, I have a lot of catching up to do.

My approach to meals has shifted—I now appreciate the emotional and physical nourishment they provide a little more. After days with festive indulgences, especially those filled with sugars, I notice a dip in energy the day after, more emotional disregulation, and a struggle to maintain a balanced eating routine.

I look forward to tomorrow, to eat tutu—a comfort food to end the weekend a little more gently, setting me up for a gentle start to the week. Creating a good plate of this childhood dish adds a bit of pressure, but eating it brings warmth to my soul! I’d love to savor this dish! Anticipation also builds for my Milka advent calendar treats, tropical crumble, cookies, and that special indulgent coffee—simple pleasures that bring joy to my Sundays!

I’m curious about the unfolding of the flowers tomorrow, appreciating their full bloom and hoping they stay alive.