Making the Right Choices – Self Care
One
of the greatest gifts of reaching a certain age is the blessing of releasing
the need to people please and embracing the joys of self-care. For so many of
us we accept that self-care is selfish instead of a duty that we owe ourselves.
Signing
off my work computer at 5:15pm, making the decision to drive into town and
participate in yoga practice, and celebrating the me that shows up on the mat
on any given day is approaching self-care with the right attitude.
I am
fortunate in that my job allows me certain privileges that make life easier. I
am able to telecommute. My management team appreciates that I am
self-motivated, organized and adept beyond the core requirements of my job. But
I’ve reached the point when career takes a backseat to quality of life. I’m at
the point of deciding whether it would be healthier for me to celebrate
achieving a certain degree of autonomy and enjoy indulging in the ability to
exploit my expertise and experience so that I only receive the most complex,
fascinating assignments, or to continue aspiring for greater responsibilities
for a more prestigious title and stock options.
Sometimes
the answers are simple. Sometimes they are not. For a long time I’ve felt
compelled to move to the next level, continue to reach for a higher goal, more
financial rewards, and greater recognition. But I’m not so sure that would
serve me well at this point in my life.
Maybe
my guardian angels were sending me a message when I was not selected for the most
recent position for which I applied. Perhaps I should pay heed to that message.
I do not want to live to work. I work so that I can afford to live my personal
life to its fullest. I do not want additional stress. I want to be able to sign
off in time to practice yoga, to meet friends for dinner, to work in the yard
all day Saturday without my work phone ringing.
The right choice for me may well be realizing that I don’t need the
title and stock options to validate me.
Appropriate self-care today means yoga, a glass of Petit Verdot,
watching the sunset, and petting our cats. Yeah
- that’s the ticket!
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