We are often running around, anxious about getting to our next appointment on time, worried about whether our life compares to others, fretting about putting make up on in the morning so as to look presentable, but conscious not to go overboard because no one wants to be the office slut, conflicted daily about food and weight, guilt trips down to the gym, crazy calls from the boss late at night, and still having to smile and be composed, because dear god no one calls us “crazy” or … “women”. Because it is said in such a derogatory manner, “women”, instantly justifying any bigotry slur that follows, instantly becoming the punch line of some joke, instantly bringing about empathetic nods from others that puts us back over in the crazy box once again.
So lately, I’ve been practicing a moment meditation - a mindful minute. Just bringing all my focus on my breathing and just noticing my thoughts. And letting them go. Because I’m tired of trying to defend myself, tired of trying to be everything for everyone. Because it’s time I took better care of myself.
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