Caring for Myself

It amazes me how different we all view the, "taking care of myself" challenge. It's definitely a challenge because believe it or not, we're always last on the list. That must be true because all the so-called experts say that. It does ring true for me. I think it is always a good idea to identify what it means to the individual. I oftentimes love taking care of myself without having to be bothered with people and their boatload of crap. I acknowledge that "crap" is just my perspective at the moment. However, sometimes I just don't want to be around anyone. I believe that I am an empath and most often I need to decompress from the overload of people. People talk, talk, talk, blah, blah, blah and basically I think people may be silently screaming that they want to relax or better yet, just need to be heard for whatever reason. Additionally, I don't believe that people really know what the true depth of "Taking Care of Oneself" really means.

For me, I liken the art of self care with really actively listening to what is underneath all of our surface "stuff". Being in the quiet of yourself even if you're in a crowd. Allowing your mind to be transformed by the possibility of giving yourself permission to answer your own call... no matter what. Being fully awake and alive to always reach for the good-feeling thought that assists you in finding joy in the next moment. Truly letting people have their opinions without straining to make your point but rather silently bathing in a long luxurious breath as your muscles fill up with life affirming oxygen.

This year, I am going to make a conscious effort to peacefully stimulate all my senses, bringing vital health and nutrition (spiritually, emotionally, physically) to my entire being. And to artfully and delicately practice releasing what does not belong to me and what does not serve my quest for well-being.