Full Cup

Tell me, what fills your cup?

It could be anything. A number of things.

It’s easy to become still in life. Still in sadness.

Still in all things around you.

1. The year of 27 has brought me to so much realization and fulfillment.

I, a human just like you, struggle with depression, anxiety, and OCD.

It’s easy for me to become still in self wallowing.

To become negative, compulsive, even arrogant at times.

Something I have learned enables me to be my best self is filling my cup.

As a mom of course I put many of my own needs on the back burner while caring for those I love.

Flipping from one day to the next like an acrobat until one day, my rope catches on fire and I plunge into the depths below me.

You see, I have not filled my cup.

And I can not take care of those around me on an empty cup. For I have nothing to give.

Sometimes filling my cup looks like a girls night out with my best friends.

A date night with my amazing husband perhaps!

Or even a long overdue nail appointment to get me out of a slump.

Other times, it looks like having a 20 minute lukewarm  bath with my 1 year old, while my 2 year old naps.

Crazy isn’t it? I never think “hey this bath with Autumn will fill my cup!” It more sounds like “ugh I might as well have this bath with Autumn so I can wash my hair and feel like a person again..”

Negative. Ungrateful.

But then when I get in, and see her splashing and laughing, washing my hair, singing a song, I remember how much even the smallest of moments can fill my cup.

This small act of self care.

A lukewarm bath.

A baby sitting on my belly, splashing and laughing.

My cup was filled.

Filled to the brim.

I got out of that bath feeling clean, happy, and loved.

That bath was the perfect reminder.

A reminder not to become still in sadness.

In life.

Not to be overpowered by the stressful days.

Just. Don’t. Be. Still.

My cup is full.

And I hope yours is too.

Xoxo,

Dom