When it comes to my well-being, I treat myself like a highly valuable artifact — protected, preserved, and not available for foolishness.
Physically:
Technically I can eat anything. I’m a grown adult with teeth and access to snacks. But should I? No. Just because my body can digest a triple-chili-cheese burrito at 2 AM doesn’t mean it should. I love myself too much to be reckless with my intestines like that. I ask myself: “Will this nourish me… or send me into existential regret by lunchtime?
Spiritually:
God is the GPS of my soul. If I’m not checking in with Him, I’m basically just driving in circles with no idea where I’m going. I don’t always have it together, but He does! — and that’s the relationship I’m trying to keep on speed dial. No missed calls from heaven, thank you very much.
Mentally:
I protect my peace like it’s on the endangered species list. Bad vibes? Evicted. Negative people? Reassigned to the “do not disturb” folder. Negativity? Blocked. Energy vampires? Canceled. Toxic people, places, and things? Unsubscribed, reported, and left on read. If it drains me, it’s not staying. I don’t care if it’s a person, place, or a group chat that never says anything uplifting — if it messes with my mental feng shui, it’s gone.
HALLELUYAH?
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