Update: I misjudged this whole tooth extraction situation completely 😭 I thought I was about to enter a dramatic era… meanwhile I’m over here having a full spiritual experience with a potato.
Let me explain.
The potato? That’s earth. Grounding. Humble. It’s the “sit down, be held, you don’t have to do everything today” kind of energy 🥔
The butter? Softening. Comfort. It melts into everything like a quiet kind of love… like, “you’re allowed to feel good while you heal” 🧈
And the salt? Protection. Clarity. It sharpens everything just enough to remind you you’re still here, still tasting life, still present ✨
So here I am… five-minute microwave potato, butter sliding into every crevice, a little salt blessing the whole situation… and my body feels GOOD.
Not rushed. Not stressed. Just… supported.
I really thought this was going to be tragic, and the only thing dramatic is how deeply I’m bonding with this potato 😂
Anyway, I’m taking it easy. Soft foods, soft energy, soft expectations.
Because apparently healing right now is less about pushing… and more about seasoning 🤍