It’s time to let go of working so hard to try to succeed at self care and instead have your self-care happen with more ease.
I’ve hit patches of stress overload so many times in my life. And each time, I subsequently hit a wall of overwhelm and paralysis that used to stop me in my tracks. But as I’ve learned to respond differently to that wall, guess what happens? The stress I experience in the presence of the wall notably decreases and I recover from the overwhelm so much faster.
Can you guess what was special about February 6th for me? It marked two years since my sweet, cancerous thyroid flew on to other adventures. And she sure taught me a helluva lot before she headed out.
I became a bigger “Swiftie” this weekend. (For those saying, “Huh?”, a Swiftie is a Taylor Swift fan! 😃) My wife and I watched Miss Americana, a new documentary about Taylor Swift. The theme of the movie was so in line with my last post about people-pleasing and anxiety that I couldn’t help but write a part 2 to last week’s blog!
I was 14. I walked into the locker room as my basketball coach was walking out and I smiled at her. She didn’t smile back.
Have you ever stopped to notice whether you are actually friends with yourself? I mean, really friends, like through the good times and the bad? It turns out I wasn’t.
ɪ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ. My mind had subtly narrowed its focus to what I needed to work on whether it was for work or home. And work I did, which CAN be very satisfying.
Years ago, I had a therapist ask me what I liked to do for fun. And you know what? The question stopped me in my tracks because I had no answer! I mean, if she’d asked me what parts of my life I didn’t like or what I was working hard to fix, I could have gone on for days with my answers. But what I liked to do for fun?! I felt clueless.
Ten years ago I would have given anything to know how to create a different experience with the stress of the holiday season because there seemed to be no time for the joy. Today I do know a different way and I want YOU to know, too.
When I came out in my mid-30’s, many of my close friends and family mistakenly thought I was sharing with them that I had a serious terminal illness. Why? Because each time I told another person, I led up to my news with a preamble that made it sound like I had something terrible to share with them.