Today- a break from Ireland because I’ve been struggling with my writing, and because I shared some thoughts on my personal Facebook account and then thought I’d share them here as well.
It’s been an emotional couple of months fraught with difficult losses, anniversaries of other difficult losses, and some days where my fibromyalgia pain has been so bad that I’ve actually considered staying home from work (which I’ve never done). Mentally and emotionally I have felt uncentered, and I’ve been klutzier than usual (or at least it feels that way). My usual self care regimen hasn’t been working for me… I’ve been struggling.
Goal to do yoga every day: fail. Write in my journal at least every couple of weeks: fail. Update my blog over Christmas: fail. Meditate: fail.
I’ve been thinking about the idea of resolutions as many of us do this time of year, and I’ve decided that maybe the problem is that my goals were too rigid and I was setting myself up for failure. Time to re-think. Time to be as kind and loving to myself as I try to be to my friends.
So, my commitment is to ensure that every day I do something for something for my physical health, and something for my mental health.
Today, that meant getting out of bed by 8 AM on my day off, starting the day with an all natural homemade smoothie followed by some knitting.
I’ve already accomplished my goal for the day. Each day, it might look different. Mental health could include things like puzzles for my brain, or knitting and trying new recipes for my creative self, or trying to take a few minutes to meditate or have a bath without playing on my phone… physical health might mean a long walk, or yoga, or making healthy choices with my food. It could be all of those on the same day. But I feel like I’ve chosen something that I can measure and that I can achieve and I think it’s a good place to start.
To my family, friends and anyone reading this: as we settle into this new year, I wish for you the love and grace that you probably offer to others so easily.