Major, life altering realization. Self-discipline IS self care. I don’t mean the kind of discipline that involves berating yourself, or depriving yourself, or exerting a level of militaristic control over your life. I mean the choices you make when you’re faced with something that will make you feel good NOW (and most likely like shit later), and the choices that set you up to feel good… continuously. Instant gratification versus an actual lifestyle and mindset shift. See, I thought for a long time that “taking care of myself” meant getting my nails done once a week, or eating that extra cookie (or six), or binge-watching Netflix. I don’t judge us, I know you’ve been there too. But those things never worked for me in the long run, just started a spiral of instant gratification masquerading as, “feeling better.” What truly makes me feel better are the things that make me FEEL better, things that drive me forward instead of holding me stagnant. Meditating....
I had a small, intensely grateful, pay-it-forward sort of moment today. One of those moments you don’t really see coming but looking back you know must have been inevitable all along. This one was a solid 15 years in the making, and it might take another 15 years to even see any real good come of it. My moment of gratitude? A massively flat tire. A “thonk-thonk-thonk-whatinthe-HELL-is-that-godAWFUL-noise,” kind of flat tire. An, “I’m on the way to pick up the kids, and then I have to drop off the dessert for the event, and I don’t think I can drive on this and I don’t know how I’m gonna make this work,” kind of flat tire. But before I could reach the gratitude I had to deliver the dessert. (Because priorities. Food is always a priority.) So I called Baby Boy and asked to borrow his car. Piling in with Monster and Beast and an armload of goodies, I turn on the car only to see the low tire pressure warning light pop on. And stay on. Out aga...