Papercut and colored pencil art by Sheryl Aronson X 5

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Permission not to

Good intentions don't always make it to the finish line.  I was going to write a post over the weekend, but was busy with my oldest son and his girlfriend in town visiting, and with the wedding and related festivities of a good friend of his, all while trying to cope with a bad flare of fibro skin pain.  I was going to write a post yesterday, but ran out of time and energy.  I was going to write a post today, but fatigue had taken hold of me by the time I got home from the grocery store after seeing my rheumatologist after working half a day.  So here I am, not writing a post.  Wait a minute.  Isn't this a post?  Am I not writing it?  Apparently, I am writing a post about not writing a post.
Long story short, I have been working alot at the hospital, and had a very busy and intense weekend, and I am beat.  I don't have the brain capacity to write anything intelligent.  So why am I writing this?  Because I try to write at least twice a week, though it doesn't always happen.  I don't want my readers to stop by and go away empty handed.  If that happens too often, they won't stop by anymore.
The main reason I am writing this is that I know how hard it is to give yourself permission to drop other obligations in order to take care of your own needs. If you are reading this, there is a good likelihood that you have some kind of chronic something or other that requires you to be extra attentive to your needs. If you don't look out for your own needs, who will?  And if you don't give yourself permission, who will?  I am going to follow my own advice, and give myself permission to take care of my own needs.  They say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.  Please flatter me sincerely, and give yourself permission to take care of your own needs.

1 comment:

  1. thanks for the reminder-this is a rest week for me. a needed rest.