I’ll be the first to admit that I SUCK at self care. I pin ideas on Pinterest and then never do them. For example, here I am three days post gallbladder removal and I still feel like I need to tend to my family’s needs before my own.
Is self care hard for you? Do you feel bad for doing it? I do. I know I shouldn’t, but I still do. I tell myself I don’t have time, but then find myself mindlessly scrolling through Facebook for a half hour.
Even if all the self care you do today is getting out of bed, I’m proud of you.
Today was good.
I did the majority of the work without many offers of help and I did the very best I could.
I contributed to our team’s workload while also completing the tasks required for my own projects.
I completed my own work without taking away time to help everyone else.
Today was no different than yesterday.
No acknowledgement was given. No encouragement. I asked questions that were met with the same discouraging looks. My answers were given hurriedly and with a tone of annoyance.
But I worked alone, as I do everyday, to turn those answers into solutions. I used them to pave a way for my own success. A success no one seems to want for me and a success reaped from a work ethic that remains to be unappreciated.
They didn’t clap for me.
They never do.
But I clapped for myself.
And I did so for the first time.
Note: photo is not mine