I rely on the instant gratification. The “woo-pa-ting” of Facebook. The “blooo-wOOp” of Skype.
It was my cousin Michael who first suggested I listen to podcasts in the car.
I am coming clean. I have too much stuff.
Since no one is there to notice if I slip up, I lie to myself, make excuses to myself, and stop. The truth is this: no one will know if I don’t take care of myself, and I can deceive myself about the amount of self-care I’m actually practicing.