Most of the time, I am absent from the moment-thinking ahead to the next hour, the next day, the next month. A flurry of should's and a long list of do's. I know what I need to do. I must force myself to write a contract and and stick to a few basic goals for health and balance: Pray and meditate. Drink water. Walk. Eat in moderation and think long and hard before a morsel passes my lips. Pretty simple, huh? Then why do I find it so blasted difficult to do? The great procrastinator is at work. More than half-way to one-hundred in years, time is apt to run out for me. You'd think I'd have this self-care stuff figured out.
When I was five years old, it didn't take but a gold star stuck between my eyes to alert the whole neighborhood that my day in school was worthy of rejoicing. It still takes so little to motivate me even in my mature years.
Herein lies the problem. Like every other mother from here to Kalamazoo, I busy myself taking care of others. Now, I know how to do that!