Some time ago, I committed to two small daily acts of self care – a ten-minute meditation session and a minimum of three entries in a gratitude journal app.
And I’ve been slacking.
According to my gratitude app, I haven’t added anything since April (Ugh. That’s embarrassing to admit. I didn’t realize that it had been that long.) and my mediation practice has been sporadic at best.
I could offer up excuses. I’m good at it. In fact, I’ve been feeding myself the lie that I’ve been too busy, that the demands of life haven’t allowed room for breath or for gratitude.
But that’s B.S., plain and simple.
The reality is that I’ve gotten lazy about it. Allowed the habits to fade like fabric in the sun. I am realizing that I’m more faithful to these acts of self-care when things are difficult. When we lost Tiger suddenly last November, I grasped onto that daily expression of gratitude in order to keep going, many times entering submissions throughout the day instead of simply when my alert went off. And then as my grieving progressed and I shifted my energy to the new puppy, my practice fell by the wayside.
So today, I’m recommitting to these two practices. I just finished a 9-minute meditation on simplifying life and I’ve added the following to my gratitude journal:
- the opportunity for the relationship with my dad that I now have
- time with my heart niece today taking her zip-lining
- seeing Kazh teach another dog how to be calm and happy (SO proud of him!)
- that the $644 quote I received for a 30,000 mile tune-up was an anomaly
- I’ve had adventures before I have to go to work next week so that I won’t be envious of other’s travels
- opportunities to begin again and learning not to be so hard on myself