I've been told I should be more selfish - that is, to think more of my own welfare before committing myself to tons of obligations and duties that I may not have the emotional or mental stamina to fulfill (all at once, like I'm prone to attempting).
So, I'm taking this advice. In the bastardized secondhand words of a Dutch lady who is friends with one of my best friends... "This year is about me."
At least, tonight is about me... tomorrow is another day, potentially with another story in mind.
That being said, I think I am going to try to resolve my New Year around doing something for me, Me, and only ME, at least twice per week. Even if that's spending extra time in the shower, or... putting one of those peely clay masks on when I get home from work on Friday. Old things, new things; tried-and-true and woo-hoo things. (Dr. Seuss would kick me right now.)
I'm back-tracking, but in the interest of completing 52 weeks and at least 104 "things," I feel like I should use this moment to reflect on the first week of my New Year: It was full of worry, and doubt, and all kinds of anxiety (the likes of which I hope NO ONE ever goes through, particularly with regards to a work environment... which I am happy to describe more about when I don't have a beautiful hunk of man waiting for me to come cuddle with him). I had a breakdown and a half. BUT, I did spend all day yesterday playing video games with my boyfriend and a couple of our friends, and today I finished Gary Chapman's book on The 5 Love Languages. I even took the quiz and everything.
Like I said, more when I don't have a beautiful hunk of man waiting for me to come cuddle with him... but this is a start. And I'm perfectly alright with starting things.
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