It’s the start of Self-Care week on The Declaration of You BlogLovin’ Tour, and there’s just soooooooo much to discuss.
Personally, Self-Care has been my nemesis for so long – the thing that beckoned me, that teased me, that flirted with me and has often remained out of my grasp – that it’s something that’s on my mind on a consistent basis.
A few weeks back I found myself talking about it (for seemingly the 42nd time) with my coach as well as a client or two, and I had a bit of an epiphany.
I know intelligently that Self-Care means Things That Are Good For Me: more exercise, getting into a meditation practice, regular bubble baths, etc. Y’know, those things that are relaxing and fun and good for your general good health.
But during this particular week, Self-Care showed up through music and writing and performance. It just felt so damn important in a way that hadn’t in a long, long time.
All of a sudden, it wasn’t about the small things that I could do in 15 minutes, or even just The Things That Make Me Feel Good.
It was about expression.
It was about passion.
It was about longing.
It was about identity.
I was instantly in the shoes of so many of my clients, knowing something isn’t “productive” or “doesn’t matter” in The Grand Scheme of Things, in Our Grown-Up Lives where anything that isn’t providing for our families should be squished down down down.
I started hearing my own excuses like I was outside of myself.
“It’s impossible to audition here if you’re not pursuing acting professionally.”
“I have too much on my plate to add anything else to it.”
“If I don’t want to make it my career it’s not worth doing.”
All of a sudden, I gave myself permission to give that side of me – that calling – my full attention.
I dusted off the cabaret show I wrote a few months ago & spent a few hours playing with my uke Lucille. I sent emails looking for a space to perform in this August/September, and found my way to the NY Funny Songs Fest. I signed up for 2 workshops the very next day and performed in front of a small group of my classmates.
While I know I sometimes feel stretched too thin, Music and Performing is all of a sudden a big priority – mentally, physically, emotionally.
It’s the meaning of Self-Care: what I need to do to Take Care of Myself.
I’ve been denying it to myself for too long.
I need to get back to the biggest form of self-expression & creativity I have. I need to go back to the the theater, with my uke Lucille, my sense of humor, and the big mix/belt that’s dying to be released.
It’s really empowering to have it sink in that performing isn’t a superficial thing for me. It’s a major player in how good and authentic and connected I feel.
Coming Soon to a performance space in NYC: Boob Cancer and Show Tunes, my one-woman show.