Where The Rubber Hits The Road

“Self Care” is not a setting on your dryer

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Every so often I hit a wall. But not in the sense of “I feel a little stuck in my life.” More like “I graffiti-745071_960_720just drove full speed into a brick wall without a seat belt while driving a Hyundai Accent.” (I used to own one. They’re made almost entirely of plastic.) That is to say, I feel beat up, incapable of doing one more thing, like I will most likely cry into my bowl of cereal…again.

I’ve dealt with this whole “wall hitting” thing differently at different times. Once, I ate almost an entire box of Hagen Daz. And let me tell you,  there’s a reason they only come with four in a box.

Other times I’ve hit the gym. Hard. I call them “angry workouts”. Somehow I think I can take all the angst in my life out on the rowing machine. The workout feels good. At first. And then everything in my body hurts. I wish I could go back to the days when I was forced to memorize the muscles of the body so I could recognize  each and every one. Lats… yep, those hurt. Delts… Yep, those too.

The problem is that I’m even getting to the place where I need to emotionally detox so frequently. What does it say about me? What does it say about how I value and protect my time, energy, resources if I’m constantly ” losing it” (i.e. hitting that freaking wall).

If you’re anything like me, you know how easy it is to push through all signs that you need to slow down and take a breather. And how hard it is to take the space and time you need to take good care of yourself. I mean, honestly, anyone who constantly drops the term “self care” like it’s a setting on your dryer probably has no idea just how hard it is to actually do.

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The last time I reached the end of my ability to be of any good to anyone I checked myself into a hotel. It was amazing. My only stipulation in the
room I chose was that it have a jetted tub.

Best decision ever.

I ordered room service… including tiramisu. They brought me a WHOLE tiramisu.  I ate it in the jetted tub while watching  the giant t.v. I snuggled up in the king size bed and made a nest with all the deliciously comfortable down pillows. I sat by the fireplace.

It was amazing.20160129_184658

But I did one more thing. I thought. I thought about my life and how I so frequently feel like I’m overwhelmed. And then I came to some decisions about steps I could take to decrease the stress in my life. AND I decided I needed to get away more often!

It felt so good. Almost as good as eating tiramisu in the hot tub. Almost. Self care is not a settting on your dryer. It’s not just some switch you can flip. It takes planning and effort. Having gotten away and pampered myself,  can I just say…20160130_114353

I highly recommend it

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