Lately, I’ve realized I can no longer afford the “high cost of low living.” I started with a little inventory of “why I eat.”
I eat when I get discouraged. I eat when I feel frustrated. I eat when things don’t go my way. I eat when I’m tired. I eat when I need to comfort myself. I eat when I’m . . . unconscious, unaware, ungrateful, and depleted.
None of this is new. But it’s getting too expensive to live this way. In fact, I find myself priced out of the Self-Neglect market.
Here’s why:
I have a dream. It’s a big one. In fact, it is THE BIG ONE.
Today, I’m launching my Dream Business. I’m the very proud creator of a MidLife Reinvention site, Life After Tampons. This is the biggest of the biggest secret dreams I’ve ever had – to create a community and provide all the resources a woman needs to implement the answer to this one question:
“What would you do if you KNEW you could not fail?”
Well, what I would do is build a community of women who were all doing their Big Dream.
But there is a problem.
The way I care for myself has now become a factor in my ability to produce. To look at me you wouldn’t know it. I’m still cute and at a normal weight. But I’m tired. All the time. For a long time, I have joked that “my body is just a transportation vehicle to take my brain from one interesting thing to another.” Funny. And, as I said, it’s worked for me for a long time.
But now it doesn’t.
When it comes to choosing between self-care and self-denial, it helps to take an inventory of the “costs” associated with choosing the latter. In this case, taken to the extreme, a lack of self-care could ultimately cost me my dream. And I’m not willing to pay that price.
So, even though I have a boatload of writing and networking and designing and such to do, I find myself willing – just for today – to put all of that aside to eat an apple, fetch a glass of water with a lovely slice of lemon, pause for a couple of Downward Dogs and Sun Salutations.
If I want to serve you – and I do – if I want to bear witness to the manifestation of your dream – and I do – then I MUST take time away from you, from my work, from my beautiful brain to take care of the Transportation Vehicle that is moving this whole dream forward.
And the day to begin is today. The moment to begin is now. Because, at nearly 50, there just isn’t TIME LEFT to postpone my joy. I want to care for myself so I can care for you. I want to care for myself because I care ABOUT myself.
It’s time to make myself and my health a TRUE and LASTING priority in my own life. Given what’s at stake, it’s truly the most selfless thing I can do.
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