Not scrolling the phone, not replying to messages, not tending to someone else's needs.
Maybe only when your two hands are occupied — showering, doing skincare, washing your face. Those small windows, twenty minutes a day if we're lucky, when you are simply with yourself.
That's your quietest self-care moment, the part no one sees.
It's strange how hard it is to be present with ourselves. We tell people to take care, but forget to feel our own body.
So maybe what we all need is to buy ourselves some time. Time to soften, to breathe, to come home to our body again.