Starting All Over
I’ve just emerged from a four week intensive that has abated (somewhat) and I’m reflecting on the choices that got me into an overscheduled, impossible stretch of weeks. There’s always the balance with me of doing what is necessary, doing what is interesting, doing something new, doing something meaningful, doing something timely, and not doing.
Not doing gets short shrift in my life and it is the one thing I keep trying to prioritize. By the time I got to doing nothing on Sunday, I was done. I couldn’t have done anything else because I had done so much.
So I sprawled across my king sized bed, my book in hand (I’m reading The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce), and I read one word and fell into a deep slumber. What seemed like moments later, Tin came running in the room shouting that I needed to see the Lego wall he had just built and I thought the earth had tilted.
I realized self care has gone unanswered. I’ve been following the exercise routine that my friend, now a personal trainer, had mapped out for me. I’ve been going to sleep early most nights. I’ve been being mindful, eating well, opening my heart, and praying.
What I have not been doing is meditating, take hot baths with Epsom salt, being still, saying NO, and most of all, being kind to myself.
So today is Monday or better known to single mothers as TGIM! and it’s time to reboot. Today is another day to get it right. I will practice self care. I will say no. I will meditate. I will not leap, lurch, lament, but instead will have faith, acceptance and gratitude.
Breathe in, breathe out.
