I never make New Year’s Resolutions, but this is the year I will start. It’s about continuing intentionally through my lifelong transformation. It’s about finding my gift receipt and returning what I don’t need.
It’s been an eye opening few weeks. I’ve been trying to be intentional in my self care. It doesn’t always go well. But I’m trying. In the last few weeks at work and life jumping up to surprise me in creative and nasty ways, I have let my situation control how I feel and that is not something I want to do with my life. In the last month or so, both my Dad and Step Dad have been hospitalized. I’ve noticed their choices and have been able to see something that made parts of myself fall into place and I’m shocked.
My early 70 something year old Dad was hospitalized a few days one week, got released, went to Vegas and came home, then ended up hospitalized again on something unrelated in the very next day. He’s now planning an exercise regimen from his hospital bed.
My late 70 something year old Step Dad was hospitalized, nearly lost his life, then took the family to Knott’s Berry Farm within days of being released. Seriously.
I had Kid3 in 2006 and within a couple of weeks, spent a weekend walking around Sea World because my ex wanted to take the family.
Less than a month after being hospitalized a month, and having a c-section to deliver surrogate twins in 2012, I was walking around Legoland. I remember being in pain, still leaking from birth, and being miserable even while on serious pain meds both times.
What I did was for the sake of family, but it goes deeper. I live on a property that has two houses on one lot. For a while, my sister that is slowly going blind lived right behind my house. I decided on the day after Christmas, I would put exterior lights up outside to help her see at night because the walkway between houses could be dark. I climbed up a ladder and strung those lights up without someone to hand me lights, or hold the ladder while my ex stayed in bed watching something on television.
No sense of self preservation, right? No sense of self care or asking for help or suggesting that maybe, space and time to heal and recover would be a great idea.
For the first time in years, I have a New Year’s Resolution. Self care will be a priority. I won’t allow work, or family, or obligations to weigh so heavily on me that they control my ability to breathe in peace and feel restored by sunlight. I won’t get so angry that I indulge in road ragey moments of yelling at people that can’t hear me and probably have no idea I’m irked. I will be in control of how I react and that means I will care for myself like I love myself because I do.