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sunrisethoughts02 · 10 months
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How to tell when your cup is empty:
in the next few days, we'll be going through a series on filling your own cup in fulfilling and healthy ways, starting with journaling ideas and finally picking our own activities. but first -- how do we know when our cup is empty? it's a little different for every individual, but there's often a few things you can familiarize yourself with to understand in your own physical and emotional space.
-- what is your 'cup?' your cup is your emotional, energetic, and often physical energy. think of waking up well rested and energized for a new day! now compare that feeling to the sensation of coming home after work after a long day, complexly drained and exhausted. this is the feeling of an empty cup. you might also feel....
~ fatigue. this is the most common symptom! often when your cup is empty, you're drained by emotional and energetic events. you have very little energy to give to yourself and others, which is why self-care becomes much more difficult when we're working on empty (often this translates to the physical as well -- we crave sweet and salty things to help boost our adrenal glands and combat fatigue.) this also leads to irritability, because our energy is so drained we revert to internal and external negativity.
~ a felt weight. when my cup is empty or dangerously close, I can feel a heavy sensation centering in my chest; almost this huge emptiness. it's good to create mindfulness around these sensations, because it helps heighten awareness of warning signs.
~ worry and anxiety. you might feel as though you're being helplessly pulled in different directions, without the time or energy to finish anything. you're trying to pour from a cup you haven't replenished!
questions to ask yourself:
~ when do I often feel empty?
~ what activities drain my cup?
~ do any of my own habits help drain my cup?
~ how do I give my energy away and fill other people's cups?
~ how do I feel afterwards?
~ what's my usual habit when my cup is running low? how do I instinctually try to fix it?
~ do those habits serve me well?
in the upcoming weeks, we'll be discussing ways to fill our cups and tweak our individual habits to serve us better :)) have a lovely day, and tune in soon!
drop any questions in the askbox :))
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kimbazee · 6 months
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What to do in Uncertain Times
How are you feeling concerning what’s happening in the world right now? If you could settle on one emotion, to get to the root of all the other emotions you might be experiencing, is it fear? It seems to me, from listening to people over the past couple of weeks, that fear is very strong. Many of us are living in survival mode and in that state of fight, flight, freeze, or fawn. I am mostly…
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thepeacefulgarden · 23 days
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saintmachina · 25 days
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unpretty · 11 months
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Wait wait what did your boss do with the sweet potato??? I'm trying to imagine how you'd eat a raw sweet potato, they are so solid. You could shave bits off I guess??? Did they microwave it?
he slowly sawed it in half with a plastic butter knife, put one half back in the lunchbox (presumably for tomorrow) and then microwaved the other half
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martyrbat · 5 months
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harley quinn (2000) #35
[ID: a sequence of three panels focusing on an abandoned cup of tea as drops of blood drip down into it. Harley Quinn's internal narration boxes reads, ‘I was a tomboy growing up. Tackle football with the local boys? You bet. Under a car hood changing a filter? Sure. Dances? No. Pedicures? Pass. Sewing? You have to be kidding.’ The panels expand, revealing Harley hunched over. She's shown in a profile view and from afar, her face hidden by shadow as her blonde hair is in a slightly overgrown pixie cut.
The blood continues to drip as her narration resumes, ‘I remember watching my mother. Sewing. Sitting in this old chair with a pile of clothes my dad or brother needed fixing. A rip, a tear, a patch. Just kept a smile on her face as that pile got higher and higher. I resented her so much. Sewing. I vowed I'd never learn.’ Her hand comes onto panel, revealing she's holding a needle as she yelps, ‘Ow!’ We finally see her bloodied face when she looks up at the suddenly ringing phone, it being revealed that she had to give herself sutures to close a large gash on her forehead. END ID]
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beenjen · 15 days
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The Eclipse ended up being on Monday, which is my day off. The teachers posted that parents were welcome to join or it would be a free day to stay home. It didn’t work out to keep the kids home, I did make it up to the school for go time as the madness unfolded in the field. I’m so glad I made this a priority. My oldest nephews daughter also goes to school with our kids and it was just so much sweetness and soul soothe -
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It was overcast and only snippets came through the clouds. We sat up blankets on the grass and had moonpies, the kiddos dogpiled me, it was epic 🌙
Fill your cup my beauties. So much love 🤘💚 xx
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marzipanandminutiae · 3 months
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The Stanley cup thing wouldn't be bad, except it's just been released that they contain lead solder in them which can be exposed if the cup is damaged.
Oops. Well, that's definitely not good.
(Says the woman who wants to raise children in a Victorian house with, among other old toys, a dollhouse made by her great-great-grandfather in the 1920s)
(But I WILL take pains to make sure no lead goes into their mouths, which seems like a step above giving them Convey Drink Into Mouth vessels with a lead risk)
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darthschabba · 4 months
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" Give me Your cup...
And
I shall fill it with Tea."
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ladychlo · 2 years
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brehaaorgana · 4 months
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People joke about ADHD all the time, even swear up and down they totally think they also have it, but then if you ask for an accommodation, to please please please provide things in fucking writing, EXACTLY what they want and need, you will even work it out WITH them, like they promised they would do — repeatedly over and over, and then you don't get it people really will fucking be like:
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I am using the incorrect bathroom (TM) to place my shelving and store my things. Homegirl literally removed various sundries and toiletries from a CLOSED CABINET and SHELF because she's interested in boundaries and accountability for my mess.
I said months ago I wanted to improve things for her comfort level and needed a written list of what precisely that fucking looked like in order to achieve it and not miss anything she deemed important. I explained how ADHD works, why I needed a written reference. Why I had to have it laid out, and if something needed changing we needed to write it all out. I would've made the list myself, but they said they would make it for the whole house to hold up their end of things. And, thinking this was a very reasonable adult solution to keeping the house in good shape, I said okay, come up with the list of expectations and what is needed and that way we can update how we handle chores. Awesome. I will do that to uphold my end.
No list ever gets made or drafted or anything despite my bringing it up, knowing we need to do it, but I DO get berated for failing to meet expectations and boundaries that were never fucking provided or delivered and include "don't store toiletries in this particular bathroom because I don't like it."
I can't believe I am a goddamn adult who gets treated like an idiot child for expecting adult communication instead of snide ass passive aggressive bullshit and basic respect for my things.
Because when I fucking get home, my shelving has been removed and a cabinet emptied of my things and placed in the "correct" bathroom.
🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃
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Oh shit she solved it, this doesn't look cluttered at all!
What a vast improvement to storing things in appropriate storage!
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feralchaton · 1 year
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natashasregrets · 9 months
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i feel like “uptown funk” is to future historians what shakespeare’s “hamlet” is to us and the best part about this is that “uptown funk” makes an absolutely BANGER pair with “hamlet”
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arachnicas · 10 months
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Here's another prompt for all you Parental Miguel lovers who want to write something new:
Peter B. Parker has to deal with a family emergency that requires him to stay home for a couple of months. Not wanting Miles to miss out on some super important Spidey lessons, Peter begs tasks Miguel with filling in for him until he gets back, a request grudgingly accepted. Even after the Spot is contained and Jefferson lives, things are still tense between the two, and Miguel is certain that being the kid's mentor will be an absolute pain...and then he realizes that Miles is a damn good mentee and that he has a lot in common with him.
5+1 Things
Fives times, Miguel mentored Miles, and one time he seriously considers staying on as Miles's permanent mentor.
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sweetpapercroissant · 10 months
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actually sam’s the one that sunk his claws in dean. but y’all aren’t ready for that conversation.
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healthyselflovetips · 2 months
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The little joys that fill my cup ☕📖🚶‍♂️🌞🏖️ What are yours? Share your joys in the comment section. 👇
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