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Over the past two weeks, I’ve had lots of people take care of me. My husband, always (he can’t escape). My Mom, often (but if she had her way, she’d move in). My bestie, at least once a day (she always checks in). I’ve received hundreds (thousands?) of emails, Facebook comments and wall posts and messages, tweets and direct message, cards and flowers and food (and even a quilt and a blessing box!), phone calls and text messages and hugs and sincere how-are-yous and feel-better-soons.
And while man oh man, it is so so good to get so much love and helps just, well, so so much (to put it mildly – don’t worry, I wrote a song about it that I’ll be posting soon), it also made me see something totally obvious: That the best (only?) person to take care of me is me. I’ve been looking into how to change my diet (it’s all about ramping up the fruits/veggies/exercise & ramping down the booze/sugar, it seems) and what exercises would be best for me and – gasp! – even meditation (yes, the full-on hippy-dippyness is complete).
But enough of me. Let us know in the comments:
How will you take care of you?Meaningful Mindsets, Tough (Question) Tuesday