And then March is nearly over.
I’ve been continuing in PT, continuing to hope to make my goal of running a half-marathon on May 7th, continuing to go to the gym at my office a few times a week. I’m trying for daily workouts but like all routines, it does eventually start to fall apart. My husband started running in the mornings so two days a week, I’m watching the kiddo and trying to get us out the door. I got assigned a ton of new cases in the last week. Old cases have come back with crazy new problems. Life goes on, basically, and exercise is often the first thing to go. Lately, I’ve been fighting really hard to hold on to my new routine and my new habits.
I don’t talk much about work here but work has been challenging lately. A heavy caseload and a lot of different kinds of cases. We’ve been short staffed since last fall, and have only finally just hired a new person, with four more vacancies yet to be filled. I’m struggling not to let my workload interrupt my routine because I know that when I feel like I don’t have time to exercise is when I need to the most. I get more done, am more focused, and have more capacity for my clients when I’m feeling good.
I hit my two year therapy anniversary this month. My therapist and I talked about how much progress I’ve made and how much work I have left. There isn’t really an “end” in sight, but I have goals and I am working towards them and I am in such a better place than I was an anxious puddle sitting in that office two years ago. I talk openly about therapy at work, with my family, and with my friends. The more open we all are about our need for mental health help, the better off we will be.
I read this article recently and I talk about it with my therapist. Self care is important for me, but I hadn’t made the connection that I was basically coming home empty after a full day of caring for other people, social working them, and dealing with their problems. So I would lose patience with my kid and didn’t have anything left for her, let alone my poor spouse at the end of a long day when all I wanted to do was sit on the couch, not deal with the dishes or our house or anything else. So I’ve been working on radical self care. What are the practices I’m stepping up?
- Exercise (duh). Particularly my Fit4Moms group where I get to be social about my exercise.
- Books on tape. I’ve been listening to audiobooks on my commute constantly and I feel like I’ve been able to tap into my imagination more and have been really excited about books and reading, which has been hard for me. It also gives me space to switch gears really fully after a long day.
- Therapy. At one point last year my therapist asked me what kind of self care I was doing (my kid wasn’t sleeping, I was working a lot, I was eating poorly and generally a mess) and I told him, “I come here once a week.” He has a pretty good poker face and he looked horrified.
- Mindfulness. I’ve started doing deep breathing exercises when things get to be too much. It’s hokey but it’s helpful.
Anyone else engaging in radical self care? What do you do?