It is 4 a.m., and this is what self-care looks like. Perhaps, you muse there’s a masseuse waiting behind the door for my 30 minutes of serenity or the sounds of a plane taking off as I taxi my way to a scenic tropical destination complete with a swim-up bar and a bathing suit of coconuts.
Nope, not so much.
My self-care episode takes place in the form a hot cup of coffee, two dogs lying by my side and my laptop computer. No, the digital world has not yet mastered the virtual massage…I’m writing.
I know later I will have to blot the large bags under my eyes with a little extra age-defying lotion and will yawn apologetically when my family is talking to me, but my hope is I will also bask in the knowledge that I did it…I finally sat down and wrote something.
The road to eloquently and intelligently expressing myself will be a long one. Right now, I equate that I am at the caveman “Ug, me write” stage; however with time in spent on my craft, I know I will achieve my goal of being able to convey what is in my heart and my head to the written word in a way that resonates.
This writing journey, however, gets even longer when I continually allow life to prevent me from taking the first steps. My fear is that I will not spend time doing any writing until life is convenient (e.g. retired and no children at home) and then start writing about my hip pain and bunions (which could be equally fascinating subjects in an accomplished writer’s hands!). Let’s face it, for me the chaos of life with my family, work and all the unexpected moments that ensue is subject material and the hardships I face at this stage are ones of great personal growth (the forcible improvement of oneself as a human being in spite of one’s adult temper tantrum).
A fascinating fact in my world is that I will always allow time for work and will always achieve my deadlines; however, I will not do the same for projects in my life that do not provide financially (yet) for my family.
The solution…take a little of my usual work time and turn it into writing time and play catch up later with work instead of trying to fit writing into my day. Brilliant!
So here I sit, sipping my delicious coffee and making the first step in a journey of many 4 a.m. mornings.