Things I have found in the last three months:
My Amazonite stone
The ability to meditate
Fresh herbs from friends
A hole in my sweater
Stillness
Detachment
Delicious veggie juice combinations
Fresh spirituality
Fearlessness
Things I have found in the last three months:
My Amazonite stone
The ability to meditate
Fresh herbs from friends
A hole in my sweater
Stillness
Detachment
Delicious veggie juice combinations
Fresh spirituality
Fearlessness
Who am I kidding? Not only is the first week the hardest, but so is the second, third, fourth…and the last.
This past week was hard in ways I can’t quite pin down. It was tough staying focused at work after all the holidays off (read: grand total of three). I never, ever, managed to stick to my plan of taking work two hours at a time to make sure I was getting enough hydration and nutrition.
I discovered that eschewing non-organic, bagged tea is going to be harder than I thought. It means my last option at Starbucks is no more. It’s too bad, because Starbucks is such a handy meeting spot. Also, I realized when I go to functions or to friends’ houses, I have to choose between accepting a chemical-laden token of friendship and camaraderie or being the person who declines in favor of her own, “superior”, stash. (Pro tip: this does not typically win people to your point of view…or to continuing friendship, either.)
(On the bright side, I fought off a cold with 10 cloves of garlic and lots of apple cider vinegar. I also made it back to the gym with my roomie. Our schedules have been quite off for a while so I’m celebrating the triumph of making a plan with her we both think we can stick to.)
I had spun out, my head filled with so many directions I NEEDED to go into, that I forgot my One Word was “Be” and not “Do”.
So I’m stepping back again, reminding myself that this year is about Being. I don’t need to strive for goals.
(With that in mind, I will be rolling out what I hope to accomplish this year at some point soon. Because as much as I’m trying to Be, I can’t help but Do as well. It’s too engrained in my nature.)
I read Isaac Asimov at an impressionable age. In one of his Foundation books, the heroes have a conversation with a woman from a society keenly in tune with the earth (and thus with themselves). I don’t remember the entire exchange, but the part which impacted me was when the woman stated that her body was telling her to eat shrimp and that she needed to gain or lose a few pounds for optimum health.
I have always loved the idea of eating what one’s body requires, when it requires it. No diets, no fads. Just intuitive nutrition. And I have been blessed with the kind of body which craves good, whole, unprocessed foods (for the most part). So for me, this philosophy works.
When I went vegan two and a half years ago, I discovered I needed to eat more often. When I tried out a sugarless, glutenless version of veganism last January, I discovered I couldn’t function unless I ate every two hours during the day.
This bothers me, not because eating a lot is or isn’t healthy, but because society is set up to box mealtimes into specific points of the day, and because people are socially conditioned to both remain in mealtime boxes and to not eat in front of others outside of those times.
I contend that this is unhealthy. But I don’t know how to fix it.
In my line of work, a lot of what we do is modeling appropriate behaviour for our clients. This may include voice volume, social niceties, personal hygiene, and personal safety. Breaking social conventions by eating a snack while working with them, not to mention the modeling issue, would not be responsible for someone in my position.
Yet maintaining a schedule which is hard on my body and deprives me of regular nutrients is not a recipe for health and happiness. My job keeps me on the go, and I find that I’ll limit my hydration or forget to snack when I need it because I’m trying to fit everything else in.
This next year will be an interesting experiment in balance and self-care.
First action: to schedule my workdays in rough 2-hour blocks to allow for hydration, snacks, and movement.
Potential barriers: disorganization, forgetfulness, getting in the zone and not wanting to stop, pressure to push myself too far for the sake of my clients, or being too flexible and skipping it for the sake of something else.
Incentives: feeling better, having more energy, and less internal struggle.
My first, randomly-selected area of improvement: nail polish.
I know, it’s such a First World Problem. Painting my nails is something I have time to do, energy to do, money to do, and a lifestyle which allows them to stay nice. (My toes, anyway. My fingernails don’t last more than three days before getting horrendous. I call this “actively living my life” instead of “being too lazy to use gloves”.)
But painting my toes gives me a very big mood lift. I love seeing a pop of color when I go barefoot in the winter. I love coordinating my color with clothes and sandals in the summer.
But chemicals…
Like most people, I didn’t give a thought to what my nail polish was made of. If it’s sold in a store, it’s probably safe, right?
A lot of our beauty products have chemicals shown to cause cancer or disrupt our endocrine systems. Some may have links to Autism.
Right now, nail polish is not something I’m ready to give up entirely. But I am ready to be safer and smarter.
This is my box of out-going products:
So many pretty colors which have been cheery companions…
And rebuilding my polish collection with new, safer products will take a while. Toxic is cheap. Safe is expensive.
I got these from Pacifica earlier this summer when they first debuted their line of “7 Free” nail polish.
I put in another order today for a clear base/top coat and a red (because a girl needs red for the holidays!). It’ll take a while to get some variety, but I’m going to be patient. My goal is to set aside funds for one new color each month.
For now: blue toenails!
Other resources:
Environmental Working Group’s Skin Deep database (they also have a free app)
Care2 has a list of 12 nail polish brands