A couple of weeks ago I decided to go see the psychologist again. I was starting to flip out, mostly because my health insurance company was being stupidly noncompliant regarding my benefits. My amazing chiropractor was the one to suggest that I talk to the psych again. It was a good but tough session. He told me that I need to schedule – as in write it in my calendar – self-care time. “Why will that work?” I stubbornly asked. “I can just decide NOT to do it like everything else I blow off on a daily basis.” The difference, I discovered yesterday, is that instead of asking myself what I would like to do, I need to tell myself what I should do. Aha!! So, today I have my list and am already crossing things off.
This morning I attended a “boga” class. The class combines ballet and yoga and really kicked my flabby ass. I’m certain to be sore in the core, legs, and lower back. I DID IT, DR. S! I scheduled a class and DID IT! The instructor told us to pick one thing to focus on during the class. I chose RESTORATION. In my mind that word combines healing, calm, energy, blood flow, breath. So, perhaps I “killed” a few birds with that stone. (Not such a great metaphor for yoga, but too bad.)
I have spent more time with family, more time outdoors, and more time in my garden recently. I have avoided e-mail. I haven’t been keeping up on my google alerts. I haven’t been frequenting the blogs I normally read. Instead, I am focusing on nature over technology, organic healing over technologically-reproduced grief, relationship over escape.
Next week I start on new paths of inquiry, both professionally and personally. I’ll blog about it from my summer home, Denver.