There’s a reason flight attendants say to put your own mask on first: we are at our best when we prioritize self care. We can’t help others when we are gasping for air. Obvious, right? “Oxygen masks” can be different for everyone at different stages of life. They can be literal, life-saving efforts or smaller actions that make everyday more enjoyable. For a busy mom it could mean taking time to workout or socialize with adults. For students it can mean mid-day naps. For a 9-5’er it might be eating lunch outside. You get the point. Self care isn’t selfish.
Lately, I’ve been all over the place, in the blog world and life. A combination of factors (some I’ve shared, some I haven’t) have made this semester a rough one. My stress fracture has oddly been the least of my worries. It’s pretty normal to go through these funky phases in life, or so I’m told. However, I like to keep it real.
This past year has been a turning point for me in respecting and prioritizing self-care. I no longer feel the need to justify what some may consider “guilty pleasures,” like naps, expensive food, laying by the pool and pampering. Those types of things have become second-nature to me, for better or worse. Lately, I’m all about mastering the basics: sleep, nourishment, emotional and physical health. It sounds like I’m now an ultra zen yogi living a vegan, all-organic, Buddha lifestyle. It’s not like that (not that that’s a bad thing). You don’t have to be hippiyish to believe in traditional principles.
As I’ve been focusing on those fundamental aspects, other things have fallen off the wagon. From silly things like cleaning my room and staying on-top of laundry to “bigger” things like going the extra mile in school, something I’ve admittedly done for the last 15+ years. Even this blog. It’s part of the reason I want to pull back to three posts a week, so I don’t bombard you with too much craziness. I love this little space and genuinely enjoy writing but when I’m not feeling my best, I don’t think the content I produce is so great or relatable. I guess I could try “faking it” and putting on a happy face 24/7, but I’m not convinced that’s always the way to go.
I know this post is vague to-the-max right now, and I apologize.
Like most things, “this too shall pass,” but until then, I’m focusing on the basics and leaning on my family and faith to get me through. I’m not a special snowflake and I know that people go through though(er) times. I also know that people get through and come out stronger.
In typical Thinking Out Loud fashion, I’m not sure how to end this post. I’m learning that being “on” isn’t a sign of strength and rest isn’t a sign of weakness. Quite the opposite actually. If you need a break, take a break, whatever that entails.