The Art of Buying Yourself Flowers đ You hear it all the time. In every self care manual. âBuy yourself flowersâ. I canât say I ever bought into this philosophy until about a year ago. I was going through a breakup and a TikToker told me to buy myself flowers every week. In avid anticipation of the day Iâd feel better I religiously followed their advice. The first few times felt nice, but a little meaningless. I didnât really understand. It wasnât until I looked at my third batch of now wilting flowers, eager eyed at the prospect of waltzing through the flower stall at the market the next day, selecting the most beautiful bouquet for myself, that it finally clicked⌠Buying yourself flowers becomes about taking care of yourself. About maintaining your space. About ensuring that, in a corner of your room, exists a beautiful treat, which you refresh and repurchase for yourself. You put all of that time and money into picking out, purchasing and preening your flowers. All for ...
The Art of Reading Fiction đ I was a huge book worm as a child. My room was littered with novels, my favourite subject at school was English and my âacts of rebellionâ were to stay up late reading with a torch under a blanket. I got older and, as with most things, life got in the way. I chose reading-heavy subjects at A Levels and University and something I used to enjoy for pleasure became a mandatory chore. Yes, thereâs a difference between reading about the story of a young wizard and studying the ethics of medical law, but still⌠I stopped casually reading in my final year of GCSEs, and it wasnât until the last 6 months (some 7 years later), that Iâve managed to pick it back up. The best advice I could give to someone looking to get/back into reading would be to start small . Whether you read complex classics and long novels before (or this is where you aspire to end up), reading for pleasure, like most things, requires some amount of build up. I have actually found the easy ...
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