Not to brag, but I finally found a lesson I could do in one sitting! Had to do some talking with myself because I had to figure out what I was doing that was interfering with my creative self-care goals. Then I had to decide what I was able to commit to discontinuing.
Last night I stayed up late working on self-care. Sounds kind of self-defeating (especially if you know HOW late I was up), but it was definitely THE THING I needed to do.
Then, I drew the last picture in my current homemade art journal (I generally have scads of art journals and writing notebooks going at the same time because it breaks my heart to come to the end of one).
As previously stated, I’m taking a free online course: Creative Heart Healers. It’s a five-day course that’s so introspective it’s taking me weeks to complete it. But I’m not in any hurry. If I want to become committed to self-care, it’s going to take some time to shift and jettison my mental and emotional roadblocks (of which there are many and varied and firmly-rooted).
Frankly, any kind of self-care is a struggle. I find that concept intriguing. We are constantly classifying our society as basically selfish, aren’t we? We laud as selfless heroes anyone engaged in humanitarian efforts.
Taking my care of my less-demanding needs is most difficult. And those that aren’t demanding at all—like journaling, drawing, and painting—so easily fall by the wayside. And yet when I do them, it’s like All Good Things rolled into one. I mean things like taking a walk in the sunshine (or a light rain), lying still and listening to music (or better yet, dancing). Funny how these simple things are practically considered luxuries. And any one of them seems to fill the need I have for self-care.
So why is it so hard to do?