What is your self care plan this month? As you are making your holiday shopping list and checking it twice, don't forget to plan for your own self care! Use this free guide below to plan how you will care for yourself this month in 6 main areas: body, mind, emotions, spirituality, finances, and others, Keep it simple by committing to 1 or 2 tasks or goals in each of the 6 areas. I recommend making a new checklist each week and hanging it somewhere where you can see it often. For example, mine may include something like this: Body: Exercise bike for 30 minutes 3 times this week Mind: Read for 15 minutes each day Emotions: Journal my feelings each night Spirituality: Meditate each day for 2 minutes Finances: Set a budget for holiday shopping; Put 5% of my income in savings Others: Select an item from the giving tree; Reach out to 5 friends this week to check on them
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Sometimes you will be too much for people.
Sometimes you won’t be enough. Sometimes they will find you too sensitive Sometimes they’ll say you are too insensitive. Sometimes you will make decisions that hurt others. Sometimes the decisions of others will hurt you. Sometimes you will be lonely. Sometimes you will wish for solitude. Sometimes you will feel like all eyes are on you. Sometimes you will feel invisible. Sometimes the people you need to cheer you on won’t be there. Sometimes people around you will shout things that aren’t true. Sometimes you will feel too focused on a goal. Sometimes you will feel lost and directionless. Sometimes you will lie awake at night unable to find sleep. Sometimes you will crawl under the covers, afraid to face the world. Sometimes. Not all the time. Sometimes you will feel valued, seen, and appreciated, despite your flawed parts. Sometimes you will find your confidence, support, and direction. Sometimes you will be at peace and rest easily at night. Through all the sometimes, there will be constants to hold on to. You matter. Your life has meaning. You are not alone. Tomorrow is always a new day. Sometimes you just need to hold on. Sometimes the darkness sets in.
Like many people right now, I am emotionally spent. Empty. Exhausted. Broken. My thoughts are cloudy. My creativity is stunted. My attention span is non existent. The arguing and tension and constant back and forth of the past week has completely drained me. The anger, hatred, mistrust, and insults have deflated my hope. I could feel the darkness coming this time and I tried hard to make it stop. I decorated my house for the holidays to usher in some cheer. I rearranged my living room to give a refresh to my surroundings. I limited social media. I firmed up my boundaries with people that drain me. I spent time being with and talking to people I love. I clung to anything that felt remotely like hope. But the darkness still came. I opened my eye this morning and felt it - the crushing weight of depression and anxiety. The air was thick with it. So, I stopped fighting it. This morning I let the tears come. I moved some of my “to do” items to later this week. I gave myself permission to be gentle with myself. I leaned in to the things I can control. Although I feel the weight of the darkness, I will show up today for the people who need me. I will be kind to myself. I will keep looking for signs of hope and cling to them tightly. I will continue to try to spread lightness, even in times of darkness. I will celebrate the little things. For those of you feeling it all too, remember that you are not alone. This hard time will pass. Brighter days are ahead. They have to be. Life is messy today.
Right now from my home office window, I can see the first snow of the season as it drifts gently down into my backyard — a backyard that still is somehow straddling not just summer and fall but now also winter. The hammock that I like to lounge in on hot summer days is still sitting under my favorite tree. That favorite tree is still in the process of shedding its vibrant orange and red leaves, many of which now cover my backyard. Summer, fall, and winter are alive in my backyard-all at once. My yard is in the space between. The space where nothing is clear. The space of messy overlap. My life feels like it is in that messy space too. My kids are remote learners but also attend school in person a few days each week. I am working full time but I haven’t seen the inside of my actual office in months. I am exhausted but also cannot sleep. I am content but also cry at the drop of a hat. I am hopeful but also anxious. I feel loved but also lonely. I long for the warmth of summer but also enjoy the forced hibernation winter brings. I crave connection but also need time to be alone. I am like my backyard — messy, unclear, and clinging to different seasons all at once. Today I will embrace the beauty that this in-between space brings. Today I will marvel at the scene of summer, fall, and winter co-existing in one messy space. One beautiful messy space. Sometimes there is beauty in the mess. Even my mess. Even yours too. Today my laptop crashed.
In the middle of my workday, with 27 tabs open as I balanced insurance billing, reviewed new client documents, read emails from my children’s teachers, and did some online shopping before my Kohls cash expires, my laptop was like “Nah. Peace out. I’m done.” I have never identified more with a machine than I did in that moment. It reached its limit. It simply had too many internet tabs, excel documents, word documents, sticky notes, and programs running all at once. It just couldn’t do it anymore. How many of you can relate? How many of you, right now, are at the end of your rope? How many of you feel like you can’t do it anymore either. My laptop and I are right there with you! As I sat staring at the screen, unable to engage the mouse, or the escape button, or any reset tricks, I realized that I had no choice. I had to force my laptop to reset. As I pushed the power button, sending the laptop into its power down mode, I felt a twinge of jealousy. How lovely would it be to power down right now? How nice would it be for someone to walk in and say to me: “You need to reset. I’m shutting everything down for you and giving you a chance to catch your breath and restart.” I’m quite sure a lot of you can relate. As a psychotherapist, I get to have some insight of how people, in general, are doing. You know what, the pulse check right now is pretty concerning. People’s lives are filled with stress, anxiety, depression, and hopelessness right now. So many people have a million tabs open at a time and are completely overloading their operating systems, at risk of crashing at any minute. Don’t be like my laptop. Don’t wait until you have no choice but to shut down. Take a break now. Close some of your open tabs. Schedule a reboot. Give yourself a break. Recognize that we all need a break and if you don’t schedule one for yourself, eventually you will just get stuck and need a forced reset — probably in the middle of some important project or at the worst time possible. Take a few minutes, maybe right now, but at least soon, to figure out how to prevent your own crash. Today I painted my nails two different colors.
I know. I’m sure some of you are thinking “Girl, what’s the big deal? I paint my nails ten different colors each week!” But when you are like me, you get comfortable with being comfortable. You don’t stray too much over the lines. You avoid change. You order the same meals at the same restaurants. You watch the same tv shows over and over again. You wear the same clothes week after week — often buying the same shirts and pants in different colors and sometimes in the same colors because you know you like them. You look for the predictable, the routine, the ordinary — especially in the midst of a pandemic. Those ordinary things became a lifeline for me this year. As the world outside me swirled into chaos over the last several months, I leaned into the things I could control and the things I could predict. I responded to the daily uncertainty of our lives by choosing to live my life in comfort, a space that sometimes felt like control. But today I leaned a bit out of my comfort zone. I embraced something unpredictable and different. I chose change. Yes, today I remembered that even though it’s safe and cozy sometimes to live inside the lines, sometimes the things that make us feel secure are actually the things that hold us back from living life to its fullest. So, to those of you out there coping like me — by choosing order, predictability, and ordinary — today might be a good day to stray just a bit outside the lines. I can’t promise that you won’t regret it but I can promise that it’s an important exercise. Silence.
It’s hard to find these days. I don’t think it’s been here for over 6 months. Between the kids and 2 parents working from home and 3 noisy dogs and 2 cats (or 4 dogs and 1 cat if you count the cat that thinks she is a dog), this house is very loud. Silence here is simply not a thing. Sometimes I can sneak away and soak in the bathtub while the bathroom fan drowns out the noise of dogs barking, video games being shouted at, pianos being played, cats knocking stuff off tables, and dishes being washed. In those moments, I can almost hear silence. But tonight I found silence that I didn’t know I was missing. After my oldest and I ate dinner, he left the kitchen to take a shower. My youngest and my husband were out running an errand. The dogs were sleeping peacefully with their recently full bellies. I have no idea where the cats were but they were quiet. Work was done. TVs and radios were off. The street was empty. All I could hear was the gentle humming of the ice machine and the soft snores of the dogs. Rather than getting up to do the dishes or flip over the laundry or sort the mail or prep backpacks for tomorrow, I sat. I took in the silence. I breathed in the silence, allowing myself to be fully present for the first time all week. I felt the chair legs beneath my feet (because I’m short). I felt the smoothness of the kitchen island built by my family during the height of quarantine. I felt the air fill my allergy-induced asthma lungs and took my first full deep breath all day. I felt my mind wander but I brought it back each time to focus on my breathing and the sounds of the silence. I sat fully present in that moment for as long as it lasted. Gradually the silence was filled. The ice machine dumped its newly formed tray of ice. The shower turned on in the bathroom down the hall. A car pulled down the street, waking two dogs, causing one of them to bark and the other one to tip tap up and down the hallway, her way of asking to be let outside. As I stood to do those dishes and flip over that laundry and sort that mail and pack those backpacks, I noticed a lightness inside. The weight I had been carrying all week was lighter, somehow made less heavy just by being in the silence. Then I remembered an important fact about me. Silence refuels me. It recharges me. It recenters me. But silence is hard to find. Tonight I remember that I have to try harder to find it, even if I have to find it in some stolen moments at a kitchen island. Most days I feel like me.
On those days, I feel great. On those days, I wonder if that decades-old diagnosis of depression is accurate. On those days, I feel like being with friends. On those days, I feel like getting out of bed. On those days, I feel like working out. On those days, I feel like eating healthy. On those days, I filter out the negativity around me without much effort. On those days, finding the positives is easy. Then it happens. The bottom drops out. Maybe it’s my scale not moving quickly enough in the right direction. Maybe it’s an argument with my spouse or a friend. Maybe it’s something I feel guilty about as a parent. Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe it’s a scheduling error. Maybe it’s nothing. On those days, the darkness rolls in and hovers above me. On those days, my motivation is so low that it takes almost all of my energy to do the simple things like get dressed, put on makeup, do my hair, talk to a friend, laugh. On those days, I become a raw, open wound — super sensitive and vulnerable. On those days, everything hurts — emotionally and physically — and everything is hard. On those days, I am grateful for the tools I have to help the lows to not be so low. On those days, I can find the energy for the people that rely on me, but the other stuff just doesn’t get done. On those days, I give myself some grace and kindness. If you have those days too, let me remind you that you are not alone. You are seen. You are heard. You matter. Even on the darkest days. On those days, ride the wave and trust that the dark days will pass. They always do. This past weekend I ran away. I took my family north for one last trip to the mountains to take a break before the next chapter of 2020 begins.
There were lots of reasons to not take the trip. My pet sitter wasn't available. The hotel cost more than I wanted to spend. The weather wasn't going to be great. Covid-19 is still a thing and would prevent us from doing the things we usually like to do up there. It would have been easier to stay home, save money, and try again another time. But, we went anyways. It was the right decision. On our final day up there, we stopped for ice cream. My eye fell to the homemade chocolate chocolate chip flavor on the menu. Once again, there were many reasons not to order it. I just worked hard to lose 10 pounds in August. I would probably only eat three bites before declaring it too sweet. I would probably get a tummy ache. But, I ordered it anyways. It was the right decision. A few minutes later, my family of 4 sat at a picnic table overlooking the mountains as we enjoyed our ice cream and talked about our trip, the upcoming school year, and the start of the football season. Then it hit me. Life is short. I’m so glad we invested in the moment this weekend. I feel recharged and ready for whatever September has in store for us. The weekend was just what we needed. So, what's your ice cream in the mountains going to be this week? What is that one thing you have a million reasons NOT to do but deep down you know it will serve you well? What would it take to make it a reality? Yesterday I stopped.
My gas tank was completely and utterly empty. I had nothing left to give to anyone. I closed my computer. I left the dishes in the sink. I left the the laundry in the baskets. I left the mail on the counter. I left emails unanswered. I left my to do list undone. I laid in my hammock and did nothing but listen to the wind rustling the giant tree in my backyard while two of my dogs ran and played. I pushed away all the “shoulds” and just breathed. And it was glorious. We all need to stop a little more. |
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