Self Care

Nothing special or amazing about it, but I usually just completely immerse myself in the things that I know I enjoy. Whether it’s my hobbies, my favorite movies, favorite music, or my favorite meals I’ll just focus on those things for a couple of days, get plenty of sleep, and that usually resets everything for me.
 
I have to laugh, I love to laugh, watching old sitcoms and funny YouTube skits cheers me up.

Listening to old school music works, too.

Sleep is good, too.
 
Thank you for bringing it up. Self-care is the foundation of everything. So, sports help you to unleash your energy, to make you more confident. The morning and evening routine, which consists of relaxation, helps you to know yourself, to discover yourself. For me it's a run in the morning, a mask in the evening twice a week, stretching is mandatory for the whole body.*
 
Something physical usually keeps me on my pace. Golf with my buddies and the camaraderie that comes with that.

I have a couple of older gentlemen that I respect and admire I meet with periodically. Learned a lot from them over the years.
 
Something physical usually keeps me on my pace. Golf with my buddies and the camaraderie that comes with that.

I have a couple of older gentlemen that I respect and admire I meet with periodically. Learned a lot from them over the years.

🙂

The toll for social people over the past year is noticeable. It’s good you have been able to maintain those contacts.
 
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I love swimming laps at the gym. My big one is driving around or on the highway with the music blaring though.
 
These days (when things are really shit) I go quiet. I need quiet time to myself. To think. After a while I realise I am able to work through it. I find the answer. Sometimes I need help from my partner or friends because I get a bit lost being a bit daft and all.

Whereas before... Jesus. I'd drink and have a meltdown or I'd end up in some woman's bed or both. And it can complicate things and make things worse. In saying that, the only part that's changed there is I stay away from the drink lol. But I spose that's all a part of growing up. You find what works for you and what doesn't. What works for you may not necessarily work for others etc.
 
I think I maintain harmony by doing whatever I want. Nothing wildly extravagant, I just mean doing my own thing in my own time without much in the way of compromise. I was about to come in here and say I'm naturally even-keel and largely without personal struggle, but then it occurred to me.
My first sentence, I mean.

My existence would be blissful were I financially set. If not for the need to earn, I could flit and flutter about the world, passing through random peoples' nexus, hopefully leaving them better than I found them, my life richer for it.

I'm sorta wired wrong. I find joy where I find sorrow, peace where I find loneliness, exhilaration when I am fearful. I'm satisfied with the path behind me, and optimistic about what lies ahead. I have minimal regrets. A good friend of mine once said to me many years ago, "Throwing acid is wrong, in some people's eyes." I think we were arguing about commas, but anyway, she also said, "I'm like so many people, okay at an array of shit, but not truly great at anything." And she meant this in the pejorative. But for me this is a recipe for satisfaction: to just be alright.
 
I think I maintain harmony by doing whatever I want. Nothing wildly extravagant, I just mean doing my own thing in my own time without much in the way of compromise. I was about to come in here and say I'm naturally even-keel and largely without personal struggle, but then it occurred to me.
My first sentence, I mean.

My existence would be blissful were I financially set. If not for the need to earn, I could flit and flutter about the world, passing through random peoples' nexus, hopefully leaving them better than I found them, my life richer for it.

I'm sorta wired wrong. I find joy where I find sorrow, peace where I find loneliness, exhilaration when I am fearful. I'm satisfied with the path behind me, and optimistic about what lies ahead. I have minimal regrets. A good friend of mine once said to me many years ago, "Throwing acid is wrong, in some people's eyes." I think we were arguing about commas, but anyway, she also said, "I'm like so many people, okay at an array of shit, but not truly great at anything." And she meant this in the pejorative. But for me this is a recipe for satisfaction: to just be alright.

Dear God I love the way you write.
 
hey...

"If all else fails--, we can whip the horses eyes and make them sleep and cry."

Nah-, I couldn't do that to a horse... a person who wouldn't leave me alone yeah--, but a horse no never.
 
I had a very intense job for 20 years. Self care was an afterthought. COVID made it much, much worse.

In October, I quit and then I sold my home.

My health, which was bad and getting worse, is now much better. My anxiety is gone, my weight is way down and I can actually sleep.

It was in COVID, so... I went outside. Every day and for days on end frequently. I get a room for shower every week or so to wash the grime. It’s great. Now COVID isn’t so intimidating. I have a ticket to Mexico and plan to stay for 120 days. Europe is opening to American tourists and I’ll go there next. The rest of the world isn’t too far behind.

I’m fortunate to be financially secure, so this is trite but...

Work is overrated.
 
Gin & solpadienes.

I've fucking loved lockdown though.
As an extrovert, this past year has been brutal. Especially since I moved in the middle of it, to a new city where I knew few people, had no way of meeting anyone new, and I couldn't see any of them even if I wanted to. I cried often.

So I huffed bark and listened to podcasts. Bark huffing means going outside, especially down to the park, or the cemetery, or even the tree-lined avenues. No matter the weather, just slipping outside for a spell, among the trees and bushes and flowers, gazing up at the sky, every day, helps me enormously. The podcasts had been my proxy for human interaction, of hearing other people's voices. It felt different from television, listening to people talk about something conversationally. Anyway. That was my self-care.
 
As an extrovert, this past year has been brutal. Especially since I moved in the middle of it, to a new city where I knew few people, had no way of meeting anyone new, and I couldn't see any of them even if I wanted to. I cried often.

So I huffed bark and listened to podcasts. Bark huffing means going outside, especially down to the park, or the cemetery, or even the tree-lined avenues. No matter the weather, just slipping outside for a spell, among the trees and bushes and flowers, gazing up at the sky, every day, helps me enormously. The podcasts had been my proxy for human interaction, of hearing other people's voices. It felt different from television, listening to people talk about something conversationally. Anyway. That was my self-care.

Actually it's not all sex, drugs and sausage rolls, I've proper got into gardening, something that never really interested me before, although I've always loved flowers and nature. I'm growing lots of lovely roses and it makes me very happy. Recently bought a stunning dark red climber called Tess of the d'Urbervilles and it's stunning.

https://www.davidaustinroses.co.uk/products/tess-of-the-d-urbervilles-climbing-rose

I don't mind getting my hands in the dirt but I do a lot of shrieking at creepy-crawlies. :rolleyes:
 
What's Crazy???

Going back to find the truth's a higher power at work!

Elijah.
 
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Relativity Einstein

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.

Henry David Thoreau
 
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