
The other night I came home late after seeing a friend and found someone had laid the fire ready to light and filled up the water bottle I keep by my bed. Not big things, but not having to do them when I was tired made me feel cared for and special. Knowing that someone had been thoughtful enough to come in and do these things for me gave me a warm feeling.
In fact it wasn’t a big mystery who had done them. I had felt well enough to lay the fire and fill the water bottle before I left home. But that didn’t matter. I felt as cared for and nurtured as if a friend or my mother had come in and done it for me.
This reminded me about a technique I’ve used in the past to motivate myself to do things. Instead of

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