May is a new day
May 1st, 2007 at 8:33 am (Metaphysical, Physical)
Inhale, close your eyes, exhale, stretch… April is over and May is a New Day.
Sure, the world came crashing down around me in April, but I also allowed myself to make a few critical errors. Here they are, for your voyeuristic enjoyment. (It’s like watching a wreck, isn’t it? You just can’t look away, and the bulleted lists just keep coming.)
- I asked too many people for advice. As much as I love to get other people’s perspectives on things and challenge my own, the tension of conflicting advice added more sense of uncertainty and desperation to a month packed with Unknowns.
- I lived too much in the future. For me, one sign of psychic trouble is that I start making big plans for the future, and getting caught up in the minutia of these imaginary plans. If I catch myself looking at apartment listings for another city, then I know I’m in trouble.
- I ignored my basic physical needs. I didn’t sleep enough, exercise, go on walks with the dog, or consider the nutritional quality of my intake at all (just the bulk and quantity of it). As a result, my energy dwindled, I became mildly depressed, and generally felt like garbage day in and day out. At a time when I could have used clarity of mind and a surplus of energy, I acted as though my brain resided in a disembodied head. Not helpful.
- I did not self-care. In spite of constantly lecturing my clients about self-care, I utilized none of my self-care secrets this month. I didn’t journal, paint, garden, walk the dog, or do anything besides call and talk with friends and loved ones (see above re: too much conflicting advice). I know better than that.
The good news is that MAY IS A NEW DAY. Just for today, I’m going to try to correct my mistakes. I will take things one step at a time. I will eat a veggie omelette for breakfast.
* * * UPDATED * * *
Behold, success! Veggie omelette smothered in green sauce with a side of strawberries. I’m a little late for work, but screw it. I needed the omelette for my morale alone. Hello, May. Welcome to my home, won’t you take a seat?
