Playing with Fire is Fun
Come on, you agree!
Do you ever declare to yourself, “TODAY is the day I start taking better care of myself!” but you run out of steam faster than LiveNation runs out of Taylor Swift tickets?
I’ve been down that road many times.
I know how it goes.
What seemed soooooo important to you on Monday—eating right, getting up early to journal, booking that long overdue vacation—by Friday is just a sad, abandoned sticky note lost under a pile of junk mail.
Self care has to be more than a moment of hype.
It must be super-glued under the “non-negotiable” column.
It must be prioritized.
And I’m not gonna lie. I don’t love the word “prioritize”—it’s so... corporate.
Do I look like someone who cares about corporate-y words like “priorities” and “negotiable”?
I wear sarcastic t-shirts that’re slightly offensive.
My point is...
Your self-care commitments deserve to be fiercely protected.
If Bob comes lumbering into the break room and attempts to steal your tuna melt—the one from your favorite lunch spot—wouldn’t you slap his hand like a Jeopardy buzzer and scare him away with your laser eyes?
In the same way, you must be the overlord to your self-care practices and rituals.
If belly-dancing lights your soul on fire and leaves you glowing the rest of the week, should you skip it just because you’re a little tired from work, ugh that traffic, and your 5-year-old has a runny nose again?
No!
If setting a hard boundary with your mom—who calls you 5 times a day to judge the way you breathe—should you stop answering her calls if it rewards you with the mental, emotional freedom to do literally anything else?
Yes!
Changing a deeply entrenched bad habit doesn’t need to feel like an uphill climb. It doesn’t need to be one step forward, two steps back, with lots of shame spirals along the way.
With the right tools and a little neuroscience magic, you can put self care front and center—like a sun that the rest of your life revolves around.
Seriously.
I speak as someone who is VERY stubborn and has a history littered with self-neglect.
And because of the lingering effects of this neglect in my body, I’ve had to decide with razor thin precision what is deserving of my time. I can’t afford to give up a single inch of what holds me together, feeds me, and makes me feel alive.
What self care have you been putting off?
Let’s refresh your toolbox and light a white-hot fire under your ass.
Because playing with fire is fuuuuuuun!
This Thursday, I’m teaching my new class “Non-Negotiable Self Care.”
Register Now!
A replay will be available for those who cannot attend live, but you must sign up in advance to get it.