Mindful and Meditative Mondays #6

Over the weekend, the Man was poking a bit of fun at me for not using my massage gift certificate…the one he got me for Christmas. Actually, I’ve had the thing for 3 months now, as it was an early gift.

Yes, yes, I hear all of you now. Tsk, tsk…you have a gift certificate for a massage that you haven’t used? Hand it over!! Don’t you appreciate the gifts people give ya? This came up as people were asking him what I wanted for my birthday, and the first thing he thought of was a spa certficate, but then he remembered I hadn’t yet used the last one he got me.

In my love’s wisdom, he’s pointed out something to me that I’ve known for a while, but don’t like to admit.  It’s not that I am not grateful for wonderful gifts, it’s that if I ever get nice things like this, I tend to hoard them thinking no one will ever get me something that nice again, or that I just never know when those nice things will come, so I figure I better save up.  As I sit in this feeling, I realize that it is rather silly (sad?) as it has me operating from a place of scarcity and lack and that’s not where I want to be.  I need to operate from a place of abundance – and live as if I can get a massage, or a pedicure or take a yoga class when I please, even if I can’t just yet.

As I sat today thinking about the continued state of clutter that exists on my body, and the lack of attention I have given myself lately, I decided that this Friday, which I’ve got off to attend the little monkey’s parent teacher conference, I will be getting that darn Christmas massage, even though it’s nearly St. Patrick’s Day. I will also be using the rest of that day (I’m writing it here so I don’t get tempted to do something work-related) to take care of me. It’s not selfish, it’s self-care. Gotta show myself some love! I hope all of you do the same, especially the moms and teachers, nurses, and other service-oriented professions out there who spend their day taking care of others.  It can be incredibly draining and we need to make sure we replenish our own stores of energy. Show yourself love this week – make it a great one.




By Joy

I'm 42, a remarried mom of an 8 year old girl and a toddler son, a teacher, and a writer. People tell me I tend to be brutally honest and ...tell it like it is, so I had hoped to use this outlet to keep me sane while I got used to my new life as a stay-at-home Mom back when I was home with my daughter....it worked. And it's been therapeutic through the end of a marriage and the emergence of me...


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