2017 came to an end.
I was given a gift of a two-week vacation from school and work. I had hoped that I would have felt recharged, refreshed and ready to start 2018. I wanted to use my two weeks to reflect and refocus on where I am, where I’ve come and where I want to see myself this year. Unfortunately, the end of 2017 and the beginning of 2018 brought my a cold and sickness that I just couldn’t seem to kick. I came into the year more exhausted then I left the last. I knew I wanted 2018 to be a bit more about me then the years that have passed, but after the way the year started I now know that it is a must.
I have been reflecting on the past 2 1/2 years since Pat died and all the different places I have been and the crazy thoughts that have gone through my head. Looking back is way easier to see what I was doing then when I was actually living it, hind sight is always clearer. A friend told me that my first year after Pat died would be the year of Denise. That I would need to do whatever I needed to do. I thought that sounded amazing. I thought that was what it was. But it wasn’t. It was a year of survival. It was a year of grace. I had to learn how to make it on my own,living in this deep fog that we widows experience. I had that year allowing myself to be in the pain and the grief and just put my head down and go through the motions. It wasn’t about me. It was about survival…for all of us.
The second year I then thought I was ready for a year about me. I even quit my job and took some time to learn about who I was know that Pat was gone. I am definitely not the same person as I use to be, but I had no idea who this was. I had time but it didn’t turn out to be about me either. It was about learning how to run the household…how to take on all the new roles and responsibilities that were left in my hands. It was also a year about the kids. Taking care of their grief needs and school needs and everything else that comes with raising three boys on my own. It was a year of learning, not a year about taking care of me.
This third year has been about getting back out in the world and finally coming to this new normal everyone has been talking about. I went back to work doing something different from my past jobs and tried to find a new path for my life. I have slowly started to get a handle on the finances of the house and making plans for the future. It’s been about getting the boys back out into life and active with their friends and school activities. This has led me to devoting all my time and energy to them. I understand this is what parenting is all about, but I am utterly exhausted not having a tag out to someone, anyone at anytime. This is 100% on me and boy am I feeling it.
This has led me to my focus on a year of self-care. I want to change the perception that taking time for yourself and putting yourself from time to time is not selfish…it is necessary. You can not be good for others if you are drained. You can not pout from an empty pitcher. You need to provide yourself oxygen before you can help others reach their oxygen. It isn’t wrong to care for you…it is the best thing you can do for you and your family.
I realize this is an intentional act I will have to focus on everyday because being a working parent I am pulled in so many directions that I can lose track of where I am headed. So I am mapping out a plan for myself and I hope others do the same. This year has to be a little bit about me. I have to take care of myself; body, mind and spirit. Everyday I need to take at least five minutes to focus on me. This could be for meditation, or reading, or walking, or sit ups or writing or anything that I want to do. Everything else can wait for five minutes.
I am also going to work on letting guilt go. My kids do not need everything they think they need right when they think they need it. I am going to give myself the gift of not feeling guilty for not giving them everything. I am going to put some of my needs and wants ahead of their demands (because they aren’t typically needs anyways). I am going to schedule some me time to do what I need to do for me. Not what I need to do for them. I will take care of me, even if it seems stupid to others and give myself some time to reboot, recharge and refresh my spirit.
This is hard.
This is so hard with three demanding boys standing over me asking to be driven somewhere, or to buy them something or to make them dinner. But they can wait. They can wait for me to get my head together and take a deep breath and remember what life is about.
Life is about love. It is about finding happiness and peace and love in the smallest of things. It is not about having the most, or being famous or having the busiest social life. It is about finding your place in the world and being at peace with where you are.
In order to find this, you have to look.
In order to look, you have to take some time for you.
If all the focus is on others and at the end of the day you are emotionally, physically and mentally drained, you will never be able to find the peace you deserve. The peace I deserve.
So this is my challenge to you…make it a year of self-care. Make an intentional effort to be about you, just a little bit and then let’s see where we are in year from now…or even a month from now. I’m ready for some time to discover me and do what is best for me. I believe that if I am happy and settled in my life, then everything else should fall into place. I will be a better mom, a better daughter, a better friend, a better employee…just better.
It’s a worth a try, at least that’s what I think.