Today, I realized I miss things. I miss the energy that I used to have to do things like play an instrument, or read for fun. And I am currently trying to re-teach myself how to make time and space for myself to do these things by taking care of myself in other ways. Then again, maybe I am not re-teaching myself, but teaching myself for the first time. I am not sure I have ever had a perfect handle on taking care of myself.
That being said, I am not sure I have much to say about the subject, just that my mind is ruminating on it. Not in a way that says, “Age 26 will be the year” or “2020 will be the year” because I do not want to assign taking care of myself in these ways to one age or one year. But, maybe in a way that says, here I am, on the eves of these two important transitions, and I acknowledge that I want to treat my body the way she deserves to be treated. Not perfectly, or even in a necessarily in a linear way, but in a way that cares deeply, compassionately, and honestly for the body that does so much to give me life.
In a way that makes it clear that my body and my health are gifts to be cherished and valued. In every type of packaging they may come in over the course of my life.