I learned from my counselor this week how mindfulness and tapping into what it feels like to be at “peace” is comparable to eating healthy / taking some vitamins / drinking lots of water / etc. - you do these things to prevent or diminish the effects of getting sick.
It’s not healthy to wait until you’re feeling your absolute worst to try and take an Advil. Avoiding vegetables until you’re at your last resort to kick start a healthy life means you’ve been living a really long time with no vegetables, and therefore a very unhealthy, unhappy life. If we feel a headache coming on, the flu approaching, a season of travel requiring extra vaccines, a long hike we’ll need to feel rested and hydrated to pursue...we take action with the intention to prevent and protect. Why do we so often neglect these same practices for our mental health, too?
She taught me to take 1 minute in the middle of the day, like while food is heating up in the microwave or waiting for someone to respond to an email, to ask my mind and my body how it’s doing.
Do I need a walk?
A good laugh?
What’s missing, and what do I need to do to launch “it” back into my present moment?
As this habit builds over time, I might not even notice how important it is because I’ll be preventing myself from ever sinking as low as I was before, but it’s still important to practice and respect.
I remember the first time I ever meditated I was in my lowest, low, low day. I felt ounces better, but ounces only bring you that much higher - I was still in the same funk, just a slightly less sucky version of it.
Now, I feel SO motivated to meditate and take care of myself as mindfully as possible, especially because I am doing so much better than I have been in a while. Loving and respecting how you feel and then taking action toward what it is that your soul is asking for is the most beautiful way to honor not only yourself, but also the people you’re surrounded by, the people you’ll be surrounded by in the future, and God - for the life He has blessed you with.
So get out there. Set a reminder to breathe. And fall back in love with your soul.
Hi, I'm Chlo.
I've been writing stories inspired by my real and imaginative experiences since I learned at age 7 that if you fold and staple construction paper together, it sort of looks like a real book. I have always craved soul serving stories- ones that melt like butter in your mind as you hear your heart explained out loud.
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