Taking Care of Yourself
So I'm writing this on the first Monday of May after a sobering realization of how I treat myself sometimes. I'm sitting here getting over a week-long chest cold that left me mostly stuck at home in bed for the better part of the last part of April. I don't often get sick, and when I do my colds only last for about 2-3 days, so this past week has been so uncomfortable and annoying. Then realizing, with no obvious pinpoint of why I got sick I wondered, "how the hell did I get this sick?"
While trying to get over it, April put it in perspective: it's stress. Sure, the constant change in weather--especially some light rain--could be the main cause, but my recent stress levels deserve credit as a catalyst and the tipping point that finally caused my health to turn: Prince's death. Sure, that sounds ridiculous, but literally the day after Prince died the sore throat arrived and that emotional distress could've compounded the mental weakness I already had, and the clutters of my mind and body finally decided to collapse.
Which brings me to my point: I definitely (and as an extension, everyone else as well) need to take better care for myself, mentally, physically, and emotionally. It's not easy. These past six months of unemployment have taken a toll on me like never before; the searching and writing and rejection and back to square one process is so incredibly tiresome. Constantly worrying about deadlines for projects I am not getting paid for gets me shook from time to time--especially in the Bay Area where you need money for a decent standard of living. The clutter in my head has extended towards my surroundings--basically I'm a hot mess.
So now that I'm finally getting over this god-forsaken cold, I can hopefully take the time to really get myself right again. The grind of unemployment remains the same, but I'm hoping that usual optimism can help carry me until I find (or it finds me) that occupational marriage. I need to clean up myself and my surroundings--creating an environment where I can properly feel relaxed, at ease, and in order. I gotta set some goals for my body--cutting out an amount of bad food I intake, as well as set a standard of where I want my body and weight to be at in a month/six months/year. I need to make more of an effort to actually do things that I love and are emotionally fulfilling--whether that be spending time with those I love, getting back to creating music, and doing more writing for myself. There's only so much time in a day; I got to spend each waking moment right.
I think it's funny how working has caused my body to break down a bit, but it's also work that will take for me to be happy with where I am at in life. I need reminders in life that nothing is ever easy, but that's probably the best part of it all. This blog post sort of got away from me, but sometimes you gotta just write yourself some encouragement, and I for damn sure could use some of that right now. Don't we all?