This is the second day of the Love Blog Challenge
hosted by the lovely BelleBrita
Prompt for 2/4: Self care
I have the great good fortune of being surrounded by care. My husband, Tim, my daughter, Ana, and her family, my small circle of friends, fellow-creatives, sisters in faith – all more than willing to help me be good to myself, as they are good to me.
I see a therapist when I need one, buy skin care products that are good for me, and eat the best chocolate. Aside from my every day anxieties about epic failures keeping up with housework, being available when my kids need me, and meeting editing deadlines, my self-care regimen is rather light.
But I do not care for myself in the one way that would make me not only more peaceful, but also a better person all around. I don’t read enough.
I just need to read more and more often. (Except for horror and creepy, because that, for me, would be the complete and total, unacceptable opposite of self-care.) Perhaps I think of reading as a luxury for which I do not have the time. Perhaps I need to reconsider the benefits in terms of self care.
A book a week wouldn’t be unreasonable, would it? Even two? Maybe giving a little grace when the text is intense, deep, or emotionally heavy.
I do lean toward young adult stories, those that teach a global lesson while telling the story of ordinary young people figuring it all out as they sludge through middle school and mismatched friendships. Some of those authors are simply brilliant!
Every once in a while, I might fit in an adult romance novel or mystery. I might. But they appeal to me SO much less than YA fiction.
I find hope in inspirational essays, even the challenging ones that take me aback, poking me about something I might need to change or make better or stop altogether.
And biographies/autobiographies about a pioneer in history, whether inventor, rabble-rouser, or voice of the people? Yes.
So, thanks to this challenge, it seems I’ve created another one for myself – in a good way: A-book-(or-two)-a-week.
Now, as we all know, comes the tricky part: Doing it.
I might need to make a plan.
And to that end, my lovelies, if any of you are so inclined, feel free to check up on me. Help me be better to myself. And, if you would like the favor returned, tell me what you would like me to pester you about.
(Insert virtual pinky swear.)