As I near the start of my first big journey as an adult, I find myself allotting more time for me. I am allowing time in the morning to practice at least 15 minutes of yoga to help my back feel better. I am noticing my aches and where I need to stretch and regain motion after the accidents of last year, and I think that with this practice, I can slowly recuperate of my pre-car accident flexibility a little more each day. I am taking vitamins to boost my immune system, which I have been neglecting.
I am making lists and checking off tasks as I achieve each one. I am more methodical about managing my time, and this directly affects how successful I feel at the end of the day.
I unconsciously started giving myself time to sit in bed, relax and read, or catch up on email (and relieve stress or the worry of needing to respond at a later date) at the end of each day. And what I am noticing is a lack of constant noise and chatter in my head, a sense of ease, and, above all, feeling happy.
Reflecting on these things brings a smile to my face, and causes me to laugh. At myself.
In preparation to leave my normal daily life of work and constancy, I have started prioritizing and living in a more meaningful way for myself.
My question is this: why do I need to take a big trip - a vacation - in order to finally make myself a priority in my own life? For me, this trip to Ireland is the greatest gift I have ever given myself, and perhaps leaving the country (and other various recent events which definitely contribute to this re-evaluation) is the jump-start I needed to put me first and live as I want to live - pursuing and supporting people and places and activities I hold important.
Wow. Finally! I can claim what I want for me.
And it only took 30 years to get here. One starts to wonder what the next 30 years will bring to light...