Have you ever noticed how sometimes life likes to go so fast that you forget the most important person in your life? That's right, I'm talking about you. Yourself. The body, mind and spirit you wake up in every morning.
The last 24 hours have been an exercise in figuring out how badly PMS likes to tear me up. Oh, I'm not easy when it happens. My fuse becomes short, I become extremely irritable and if my cell phone goes off with even something as mundane as a text message, there is a large probability that my mind will envision it flying across the room. Not good.
Doc Cat taught me last spring that when something like that happens, you have to sit back and breathe. Take a nice long deep breath, hold it in for a few seconds then let it out, imagining all of your stress exiting your body through the air exiting your lungs. I did that, then I realized that even with all of the school, work, and every little other thing that seems to eat my time like a hungry animal, I needed to take time for me.
Even further than that, I realized something else: How often do we really take time for ourselves? To pamper ourselves a little bit, whether it's a mani/pedi or a massage or even down to just turning everything off and enjoying the silence and breathing in a little bit of peace.
How often do we really do that?
For me, it's not often enough. For some unknown reason, I always thought taking time for myself meant that I could have a couple of hours of play time with a video game, but I soon realized that's not really taking time for myself, that's enslaving myself to the computer.
I realized that I need to truly undertake an effort to find out what it means to take time for myself.
So I'll lob the question to the gallery, what does taking time for yourself mean to you?