Caring for ourselves is an act of survival.
I did a detox this week. I’ll spare you the details, but it basically involved drinking things that tasted like they’d been syphoned out of a garden drain, taking natural cleansers and probiotics. And maybe daily enemas. I’ll stop now.
It was supposed to be 7 days, but I just did 4 because I’m not a complete sadist and I have two small children who I didn’t want to end up eating.
I’ve upped my meditation to over an hour a day, and started exercising more – some days a solid gym workout, others a nice beach walk. And for now anyway, I’ve completely cut out alcohol and reduced caffeine to nearly nothing. I’m already vegan, but I’ve stopped with the sugary shite as well as breads, processed foods and anything that I basically know is not good for my body or mind.
And I feel really goddamn good.
Here’s what I know: unless I move my body, rest my mind, fuel myself with clean stuff, I am not fit for human consumption. There are days when I’ve let my self care slip to the point that if I open my mouth to speak, I accidentally breathe fire. Truth.
Happiness is a skill we can work on, wellness is something we take responsibility for and create for ourselves. I’m realising this so much. We alone have the power to choose to keep showing up for ourselves and our people, even when we don’t feel like it, even when we’d sooner stick a rusty fork in our eyes than sit and meditate, or get out for a walk.
I have no illusions that this will last without hiccups and slips, of course it won’t. And that’s ok – I’m not aiming for perfection, just my best, which will always ebb and flow.
Looking after ourselves is not a luxury, it’s a necessity. And it’s a gift, so let’s do our best to honour that each day.