You might as well just expect me to screw up. I wouldn't want to disappoint you. Other days, I rock. Hopefully there are more of the good days or bird days. The days we fly. If we learn to accept and love ourselves, when someone else gets pissed off at us or shits on us, we will survive and if we screw up we know we can take responsibility and move on.
A big part of restoring ourselves is self care. When we're depleted, it's harder to be the best we can be. It's harder to love, we get frustrated more easily and it seems like that's exactly when we get shit on or end up shitting on others. So, take care of yourself, right?
Things have been going pretty well for the past 25 days. This week I exercised 3 times but I didn't eat right. Whatever. I made more video and created my new character. I am putting together a few business deals, including a real estate investment group. I don't want to do a major project with a lot of construction but I am willing to use my expertise in investing. Plus, this is the best time to buy. Although all this is exciting and energizing in its own right, working 7 days a week is exhausting. It takes a lot of creative brainpower to write. Even though this is "just a blog", I am putting a lot of time, research and thought into it. I'm doing a lot. Today I chauffeured kids around and entertained them, then parties, squirt guns and bike rides, clean up of dog poop, movies, pizza, more clean up of people messes and now writing while they run circles around me. They're cute as hell but I'm old! Now I need to put on my oxygen mask because I'm starting to get asthma! Wouldn't it be cool if one dropped from the ceiling of the minivan? Kind of like popping a self care pill. A little refresher while we drive the kids to school or go to work, anyone?
During my restoration of spirit self care binge, I meditated, took baths, did yoga, bodywork, acupuncture, chiropractic care, Chinese medicine, seminars, workshops, read books, took classes, had one too many pedicures and on and on. Wow. Now that's the power of wow. Hey, I even made money during all that. What the? Now, I'm too lazy to even get my hair dyed. Grey is the new black. I might consider napping. When? Actually, I'm afraid to get a massage because if I fall asleep I won't enjoy it. A pedicure isn't appealing anymore although the rest of society might appreciate it when I'm in flip flops. I might have to pull a Marie Osmond and just run for the hills! Two weeks alone to write, pina colada in hand, a sailboat and Javier Bardem is what would restore my spirit right about now. Talk about self care!
Tomorrow between kids, writing and looking at real estate, I'll try to squeeze in some "me time" because I know if I want to be at the top of my game, I need to take a breather and give to myself. I don't want to be the statue but I don't want to be the pigeon either. I'd rather have more bird days where I fly.