I felt like someone had added the last straw to an already overwhelmingly heavy pile.
The pithy Tumblr post, ” It’s not the weight of the burden that beats you down, it’s how you carry it”, didn’t really make me feel any better. As a matter of fact, I wanted to hunt down whomever posted it and smartly slap them on the back of their head.
Pul-eaze darling, spare me the platitudes and send over a tall, dark, handsome man with a bottle of icy champagne in one hand, and a diamond big enough to skate on in the other.
Not one to be easily defeated, on no my delicate flowers, not I, I made a commitment at that moment of realization to treat myself a little bit better. At least as good as I always hope that my nearest and dearest fabulous pals are caring for themselves.
Depriving myself of small, daily joys makes yours truly, frumpy, bumpy and feeling old.
We’re good at that aren’t we? Doling out uplifting, inspirational advice to others about the importance of self-care and self-forgiveness? Quit over-thinking and just nod darlings, just nod.
We are good at spoiling our best gal pals and the wonderful men in our lives. We’re the first to encourage our children to do what they need to do to feel good.
I firmly believe that the challenges in life either make you stronger or destroy you. As you may have guessed, I’m not a woman easily destroyed. Armed with my rapier-like wit, two generous shots of bourbon and having spent the previous night with an insatiable young stud, I can conquer almost anything with a charming smile, and a few carefully selected sentences.
Alas, sometimes darlings, we Duchesses of Doing it all need to let our guard down and let someone love us, or simply take care of ourselves. This week for me, that meant keeping my promise to care for myself, spiritually, physically and emotionally. That meant trying not to feel guilty about a trip to the spa, and keeping my promise to buy something special once I achieved a certain milestone at work. It meant making a real effort to dedicate an hour and a half every day to keeping my body strong and my dreams alive.
Time. That’s the most important gift we can give to ourselves. Time to relax our minds, to dream, to recharge the imagination and spirit that inspires us to venture into each day as positive, loving, compassionate human beings.
Go ahead sweetheart. Take a long, hot soak or enjoy a delicious fall latte to contemplate what inspires you, and then carefully craft time during your day to do those things.
Treat ‘you’ the way that you would treat your true love.
It will rock your world darling. I promise.
I’ve even provided you a little musical inspiration my lovelies…