The Art of Self-Care
I’m sure most of us are aware of the need for self-care - it’s the buzzword of the 21st century, after all. Practicing self-care seems like it would be inherently easy. Like, how hard is it to take care of myself when I do such a good job at taking care of everyone else? HA!!!
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m good at some self-care. For example, when I made the ketogenic lifestyle leap, it was necessary to put my eating needs first and foremost.
I had to remember that my family would eat pretty much anything I put in front of them and the time I was spending in the kitchen cooking was really for me.
I became adept at voicing what I wanted, with no apologies, because I knew it was important for my health and well-being. That right there is some serious self-care. But when it came to asking others for help, in order for me to take care of myself, I struggled and fell short.
This past summer has been a lesson in humility (many lessons, actually). I had no choice BUT to reach out and ask my family and friends for help when I was diagnosed with Mononucleosis. I literally couldn’t do things like grocery shop... which is normally my jam.
I remember there was some serious trepidation the first time I sent my hubby and the boys off to the 3 stores I shop at to replenish our bare cupboards.
List in hand, off they went. Ten phone calls (no exaggeration) and 2 ½ hours later, they came back home with a lot more bags than I expected. This is where I had to take a back seat and just pull the covers over my head.
Normally, I would have thrown a fit about all of the “junkie snacks” that had been bought, but beggars can’t be choosers and it was liberating not to give a shit. Who knew letting go of some of the things I consider to be “my job,” would allow me to get the rest my body so desperately needed?
This was just one of many instances over the last 3 months when I’ve had to let go of how I would’ve done things and allow for my family to step up and take care of business. I’ve seen my kiddos do more over this last summer then they have in all of their lifetimes.
What I’ve realized is by asking for help and making space for the help to show up as-is and not how I expected it to be, I gifted my family with the opportunity to become self-sufficient and I gave my body the time it needed to heal.
Have you identified a space in your life where you can firmly take a stand for yourself, without apology?
Are there areas in your life where are you are sacrificing yourself for others? And by being the martyr, are you denying them the chance to grow?
Food for thought...