post-drunk.
I'm at the Salt Lake Airport. Yesterday's eyeliner is tucked into my fingernails and creases under my eyes. I'm sure I look like an exquisite mess, but I was one in Philadelphia, still drunk from a night of dancing poorly in bars when a cab found me nearly a half an hour after I needed one.
In an effort to take care of myself in larger ways over the past few weeks, I have failed to take care of my body or to exercise my impulse control. My goal is to be mindful of how I treat my body and my mind until New Year's, when I am likely to craft some resolutions that echo this. I will never perfectly march to my intentions, but I have to know what they are in order to follow them.
This is the time of year that I like my body the least. My dad would always get depressed around Christmas, and either I learned this from him, or it's genetic. I don't care much for holidays.
...but I want to transform this familiar feeling, make the holidays my own, something to celebrate. I want to like how I feel, accept what comes out of my mouth, accept my body...
These next two weeks have to be active, stuffed with mindfulness and intention:
I will take walks.
I will eat foods that provide energy.
I will finish my work.
I will dance (even if poorly).
I will make holiday cards and presents for my friends.
I will sleep.
I will break this
destructive pattern.
In an effort to take care of myself in larger ways over the past few weeks, I have failed to take care of my body or to exercise my impulse control. My goal is to be mindful of how I treat my body and my mind until New Year's, when I am likely to craft some resolutions that echo this. I will never perfectly march to my intentions, but I have to know what they are in order to follow them.
This is the time of year that I like my body the least. My dad would always get depressed around Christmas, and either I learned this from him, or it's genetic. I don't care much for holidays.
...but I want to transform this familiar feeling, make the holidays my own, something to celebrate. I want to like how I feel, accept what comes out of my mouth, accept my body...
These next two weeks have to be active, stuffed with mindfulness and intention:
I will take walks.
I will eat foods that provide energy.
I will finish my work.
I will dance (even if poorly).
I will make holiday cards and presents for my friends.
I will sleep.
I will break this
destructive pattern.