I just realized that my last post was my 100th. If I had to sum up the last 100 posts for myself, I’d say “humble pie.” 100 lessons, discoveries, and insights into how little I really knew about taking care of myself or what it really meant to be happy and healthy. I’ve been humbled by my times of ignorance, my repeated failures, my inability to comprehend the bigger picture of how my poor decisions affect the people I love the most in this world. I never want to take my life or the welfare of the people I love for granted again. I see now how selfish I was in not doing what I needed to do to take care of myself. Ironic, isn’t it?
There is much more to fought in the future, of course, but at the moment, I am taking things one nap at a time. I mentioned last post how tired I am. All I want to do is sleep, but nothing seems to be enough. I’m not feeling as hungry either, so my “spidey sense” is tingling and I’m hyper aware of doing what I need to do to keep my body nourished. I’ve been thinking about planning some time away on my own once I’m feeling better. It doesn’t have to be far, but it has to be out of this apartment, somewhere with open space and quiet, even if it’s just for a weekend. Somewhere with a fireplace where I can curl up with a blanket and a book and soak up some positive energy.
So, here’s to posts 101 and beyond: One hour, one nap, one cup of tea at a time….