Why Do We Skip The Simple Acts of Self-Care?

I can feel when my whole world is off.

When I stop doing the little things that fill my bucket the most, I somehow start skipping over them because they feel hard, make me feel guilty, or for any of the other 8,000 reasons I tell myself.

💛 Taking time to write with my morning coffee
💛 Hitting the trail for a hike
💛 45 minutes at the gym
💛 Turning off the screens and picking up my book before bed
💛 Drinking more water (and less coffee)

It’s almost like my brain is saying:
"Oh, you thought you deserved a break today? Cute. Let’s just scroll mindlessly instead and pretend we don’t know what would actually help."

I know these things calm my anxiety, ground my nerves, and always leave me better than I started—and yet, they are the very first things I will pass up.

WHY is it so hard to do the simple things that take care of yourself sometimes?

And maybe the better question is: What would happen if I did just one of them anyway?