Be More Okay

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I stumbled across this article this week (6 months after it was published) about ways to be more okay.  Some points resonated with me, but what really stood out is this list does a nice job of highlighting things that don’t cost an arm & a leg.  Because my god, “self care” can be expensive, amiright?

I’m sure different points will resonate with you, but skim through & read the ones that jump out at you.  Here’s what caught my eye.

Ask for help.  I was just telling Alex how I swapped the upstairs & downstairs queen mattresses this week.  Why.  By myself.  I swear it was a mixture of adrenaline, anger & ego that finally hoisted the mattress up the stairs.  My takeaway is that mattresses should have handles on the sides & that I really need to learn to phone a friend. 

Boundaries.  This is a constant work in progress but I am trying to pay attention to the complaints I hear myself voicing over & over (and over) again.  Why am I waiting for a change in someone else that I have no control over when I can instead just firm up my boundaries.... 

Finish something small.  I love this one.  I feel so much more at peace after I’ve mailed the package ✔️ restocked the barre socks ✔️ and dropped off that JCrew return. ✔️ It’s satisfying to finish something when so many other things linger longer on the to do list.

Hobbies. I turned my hobby into my job... and I love it.  But I did find myself short a hobby.  So now I play bridge, as many of you know.  Every Wednesday I get together at ZJ’s Diner & play cards for 4 hours with seven 80-somethings.  It is my favorite day of the week.  My brain is off.  We laugh so much, eat soup & BLT’s & talk about seriously everything. 

Plan.  I find calm in knowing what next week looks like & I find inspiration & drive from knowing what 6 months from now will look like.  I love scheduling in the people that matter to me.  While I may not be spontaneous, I am consistently intentional & it feeds me.

Unfollow.  I went through at the New Year & muted almost everyone’s Instagram stories (sorry!) My 15 year old niece showed me the trick (of course).  I still follow the feeds I care about but no longer have the story showing up top.  I’m spending less time on social media as a result, which I know is better for me & how I spend my free time.

See you at the barre ~

Melissa