I consider myself a fairly intelligent person. I study hard, read a lot, am curious about the world, and retain a lot of information. But when it comes to myself, I’m not always so bright. I’m rather stubborn, somewhat naive, and fairly self-reliant. And while all those qualities can be good to some extent, together those qualities make my life harder than it needs to be.
I found another horoscope in the Sunday Los Angeles Times that may as well have been circled in red, with a great big “Wendy, Read This!!!” written on top of it.
“Please yourself. Life will get much simpler, and you’ll have a blast catering to your own needs.”
Undoubtedly, I need to please myself. More often. I pride myself on being the best mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend, teacher, I can be. Admittedly, I’m not always the best “Wendy” I could be. I’ve got so many other roles to play, so many obligations and responsibilities, that taking time for myself finds its way to the bottom of my daily to-do-list and it doesn’t get done. Or, I short-change myself, put off the bubble bath or the reading time for another day, promising myself I’ll do it, and then I don’t.
Would I have fun catering to my own needs? Maybe. Maybe I would enjoy taking myself out to buy myself flowers each week. Years ago, I would periodically purchase flowers. Finances were limited, and I couldn’t justify spending money on something that would not last beyond a week. I promised myself that when our financial situation improved, I would buy myself flowers every week. And I don’t.
Would life really be simpler if I took better care of myself? Would everything else that seems to overwhelm me be put into a different perspective? Would I be able to deal with all the details and difficulties of daily life in a more efficient, more calm, more enjoyable manner?
Have I been doing it wrong all this time? When I was pregnant, I read about a common mistake many mothers make. They forget to take care of themselves, and in doing so, they aren’t able to care for those around them.
I believe in signs and the idea that things happen for a reason, if I don’t know what the reason is at the time. Maybe someone is trying to send me a message. I’ve got the horoscopes in front of me and a leg that is still not fully healed. I’ve got to start taking care of myself. Pleasing myself.