Do you make time everyday to take care of the wonderful you? And I mean, more than the basic, keep you alive stuff… I’m talking the stuff that makes you feel special. The things that help you feel relaxed. Soothing habits that de-stress you. Feel good activities that support your well-being. Or just the little things that make you happy.
Self care is a form of self love. And that, my friends, is the foundation of a healthy lifestyle. Because, when you love and care for yourself, you take care of yourself and make choices from a kind, loving place. So let’s work on our relationships with our incredible selves and get our self care on!
Life is strange… It’s strange because shit happens, things blindside you and sometimes there are no right answers and no clean outcomes. It’s certainly strange for a plethora of other reasons; our very existence is strange if you stop and consider it… but I digress. Today I’m focused on that no right answer, sudden happenstance strangeness that occasional blinds many of us. Those moments when finding gratitude seems impossible.
What if I told you that one simple habit could foster incredible changes? That it could positively alter you outlook, your mood and your overall happiness with one tiny addition to your daily routine? What if this little activity could also improve your health and help you to achieve a more restful night sleep? Would you be in? Find out how Gratitude Journaling can do just that!
I realized something recently. I’ve been living in a cocoon for 4 years. And it was incredibly necessary. When I got sick I retreated inwards. I needed to back away from the world to rest and nurture myself back to health. It was important that I get to know my body and my disease. I needed to learn how to be unapologetically selfish and make myself a priority… to fall in love with myself and create a foundation of self-kindness. I cannot stress how fundamental this has been to my healing with Graves Disease. But my cocoon has become my comfort zone and it’s time to let go.
April is a beautiful time of year. The snow recedes, the winds die down, warmth sets in and the world is exploding with new life. Spring is a period of rebirth; a time of new beginnings. It is no coincidence, in my mind, that 4 years ago April brought me my Graves Disease diagnoses.
A whirlwind of change had fallen into my lap and, if I’m honest, I sometimes continue to fumble with it like a toddler learning to walk. I move on uneasy legs at times, afraid of the next step. Once that fear surpasses I gain more confidence, increase my stride, eagerly bounding forward… and sometimes I fall on my ass and gain a whole new wave of uncertainty. Lather, rinse, repeat. But such is the life of any individual with a chronic illness. And I thank my lucky stars every day that I am a spoonie who’s had many spoons to spare for the last couple of years.