Tonight’s the eve before my daughter’s 9th birthday party- and she’s planning on it being epic. And I’m tired. Not just because it’s getting late and my to do list seems not to be going down much, but more to do with not taking good care of myself in the past month or two.
I started the year full of plans for self care, putting myself first, being kind to me so that I would have the energy and desire to give more to those I love. Now, 3+ months into the year, I find myself bone weary tired. Not sick. Nothing wrong. Just needing some rest. Some time to create, to read, to sit in a coffee shop sipping a latte. Something other than the needs of those around me and housework constantly tugging at my time.
I love my family. I love my friends. However if I’m not being good to myself and loving me by doing the things that rest and reinvigorate my soul than I’m not really any good to anybody.
So for this weekend I will plough through. Finish all the things that I usually enjoy doing, but right now are leaving me lackluster. My daughter’s birthday will be epic to her- friends, games, homemade cookie cake, sleepover, pancake bar for breakfast. All kinds of sugary goodness and fun!
And then starting on Sunday at noon, I will take myself to a secret location and plan the next portion of my mission for this year- SELF CARE.
A review of my personal goals. Perhaps a page or two in The Desire Map by Danielle LaPorte that I’ve been working through. A coffee.
But most of all some sacred space to just breathe and be.