So here is why I believe self-care is vital to being able to keep doing the work we’re here to do.
I choose to embrace life after losing my mom. I need to make some changes to sustain me. Time to focus on my health now.
Taking care of mom in her last years, these past 20, gave me the opportunity to experience a form of parenting, many of its joys and some of its frustrations. My care and love helped my mom believe that she had led a life worth living.
Here is what I must do to make my life matter now that she’s gone:
I need to flex my journalism muscles and start reporting on how real and virtual communities are helping each other to stay physically and emotionally healthy in these times.
What got in the way last week? (besides work, which I am grateful to have)
Animal Crossing. A game I play as an act of deliberate self-care.
And why is my life worth caring for? Cause my mom raised me and she didn’t raise no bad kid. We were a family of deeply felt philosophers and utopians and rabble-rousers. Irish American storyteller poets, famine survivors made bootleggers made construction companies, made teachers and bankers and actuaries, artists and art dealers, made good. Like philanthropist good.
Why is that important to me?
Because otherwise, why am I here? I guess I just don’t want to waste my time. Or my gifts. Taking care of my mom was like raising a child in many ways. I succeeded. I did a good job at that. So I’m ready do go out and do more good. I just bring a mask. The one I put on before helping someone else with theirs.