Five kind things

Here's the first part of a meme stolen from a blog that I read frequently (Other parts to follow!):

Five kind things I do for myself:

• Immerse myself in literature. I pursued an English Literature degree at university, much to the chagrin of the little voice in my head that was urging me to be practical. To this day, the chief passion in my life is words: fiction, poetry, works of pure language. I love the way words look on the page, the way they roll off my tongue, the taste of them, the smell of them, the way they ring and echo in my ear.
• Allow for the irrationality of my emotions. I let myself wallow and mope for no apparent reason. I also let myself be silly and laugh at nothing. I’ve given up trying to explain myself to others, and have been lucky enough to find friends who don’t require me to explain myself.
• Eat. I’ve indulged myself terribly by eating out an inordinate amount of times every week. For someone who stresses out over the thought of cooking, I find comfort in being able to call my friends and drag them out. Desserts are particularly dear to my heart.
• Travel to my heart’s content. I love traveling and seeing different towns, taking in the bustle of lives so different from my own; however, my heart lies by the sea. I’ve listened to the sounds of various oceans lapping against various shores, and each time, I’ve told myself to breathe that moment in, and let it absorb into my very being.
• Soak my worries away. I’ve been taking long baths of late. I love setting up my laptop with my favourite music, and just feel a sense of calm wash over me. I hoard bath supplies and lotions too, and the simple joy of using new bath products is priceless to me.