Today I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be healthy.
Previously I wouldn't have said there was anything wrong with me– I feel perfectly fine.
But it hit me today that there's more to being healthy than the raw physical elements, but the mind too.
I know this connection isn't anything revolutionairy, not by any means. But it was a welcome reminder that many of the strange things I do, I do them for my own health.
I write on notebook paper FOR MY HEALTH. I don't play games on my phone FOR MY HEALTH. I go to bed early FOR MY HEALTH. I have an Oshowott plushie on my desk FOR MY HEALTH.
I tend to get in my head about these sorts of things... I feel like I'm this weird young person doing intentionally unorthodox things just to feel special... to feel control.
But that's not it. These things make my life better, they help me be the person I want to be.
So all this to say, please take care of yourself. Even if that means turning your screen black and white and writing short essays in vim while listening to Japanese piano music.
Until next time,