Recommitting to self-care
This #thankyouthursday, I am grateful for recommitting to self-care.
Yesterday my therapist had me tune in to my body and notice how I was feeling, and the phrase that came to mind was “ceaselessly exhausted.”
I went on to fret about my struggles to make time for naps or even minimal exercise. Instead, I repeatedly choose to attend to the needs of others or focus on “productive” tasks.
By the end of our therapy session, I’d recommitted to self-care. And by the end of the day, I’d managed to claim 40 minutes for rest and was miraculously gifted with another 90 minutes of solo time (which I did use for “productive” work, but in an appropriate context and mindset).
Today I’m meeting someone for coffee ten minutes later than initially planned because I booked myself a meeting immediately beforehand called “Christina’s hour.” Since it’s officially on the calendar, odds are good—better, at least—that I will honor the time I actually need to be my best me.
Because while an hour a day admittedly sounds indulgent to my caretaking, historically-over-obligated ears, I know that 60 minutes isn’t really that much in the scheme of things. It’s less time than it takes a cell phone to recharge, but I do need it daily.
So I am recommitting to self-care, and I am grateful.
Love > fear,
Christina