Self Care Isn’t Always About Waffles With Sprinkles and Hot Flower Baths

Gave myself a good “I told you so” the other evening.

I’ve been slacking on my physical health for a good while. Skipping yoga, more specifically. And I have known for way too many months I needed to start getting back on my mat.

Buttttttttt I didn’t. I put everything else first (only reinforces the theory I am a people pleaser of some variety).

Coronageddon has given me extra time lately. I’ve been telling myself for at least the past month I need to get off my ass because I’ll feel better physically and mentally. Emphasis on the mental health (what a ride it’s been!).

My morning started off strong. I was feeling pretty good- I mean, I even had tea like a lady with coconut milk and honey!

But things ended on a highly irritable note, leading to no energy or desire to do anything. You keep it interesting, depression. I never know where you’ll take me next.

So I watched a few more episodes of Happy (season 2). Skipped to reading. Didn’t help. I decided to do a quick round outside. Sort of helped.

Emotionally flatlined, I opted for a bath. I began thinking about what I could do for myself to help. What do I need.

I knew it was time.

I got out of the tub. Cleaned my room up. Rolled my mat out and spent 22 minutes with Adrienne.

I felt better.

And that part of me that tries to look out for my well being, that knows what’s good for me but I tend to not listen to when I should, popped up to say, “I told you so”.

Maybe I should take my own advice more often.

More posts to come.

Published by amberalice

I’m not sure how to summarize myself properly (I struggle with simply being human). But let’s give it a try! Spiritual witchy hippie who dreams of three day weekends and human rights for all. Lunch lady to the neighborhood birbs (white breasted nut hatches are the best!). Adore my jumping spiders. Oh, there are also 50 or so plants we share our home with. And some rogue lady bugs. It’s always interesting to see where they show up. Like on toilet paper. This is where I add a heavy dash of queer, neurodivergency, and vegetarianism. Am big on hugs- I give them most generously.

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