Have any of you ever been struck with Holy Shit I’m An Adult-itus. Sometimes, it’s like a door hitting me in the face, the realization that I’m a free person. I have a car, I have a little spending cash… what’s stopping me from going out and doing things? Why am I constantly watching the same sitcoms over and over while I play Candy Crush?
Instead of comparing our pain to others, let’s try to find comradery in our similar injuries. Instead of saying “Oh, I have that too and [insert attempt at oneupmanship],” say, “I feel you. I’m sorry you’re in pain. I have some suggestions on how to help.”
Thank heck, I can get some of that garbage out of my email so I can actually find the things I’ve starred as important. Then, I realized that email isn’t my only inbox. I realized that, if I were to truly do this challenge to the fullest extent, I’d have to do something I’ve been avoiding for over a year now.
A very short post about drinking water.
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.