Wellness: Is Treating Yourself Right, NOT Being Perfect

I felt I should share with you that, today, for the first time in nearly TWO DECADES, I didn't make my bed! Instead, I let myself be, "all in my feelings." And you know what? That's OK.

Life isn't perfect.  WE, are not perfect.  No one feels happy all the time.

At my high school, The Amity School, one of the first things they taught us, in the Truth Propheet, was that for true balance, one needs to feel equal amount of joy and pain, as in a pendulum.  However much pain you allow yourself to feel, you will feel the same amount in joy.

One of the many reasons I chose to get into wellness was because I felt, there were TOO MANY representations of wellness as being a 120 lb, Pilates honed, bottle blonds, with perfect kitchens, houses, kids and bank balances.  Who, other than the young and impressionable, would relate to that?

No one has a perfect life. Yet, you can still be well.

Now, today, while deep, "in my feelings," did I smoke tobacco, herbs, etc today? No. Did I pop pharms or drink booze or soda or sugar today? No.  Did I harm myself by gorging on gmo laden foods today? No.  But I did let myself fall deep into my feelings today.  I allowed myself to; relax today, lay about and read, LUXURIATE.  I watched the clouds from my bed, slept more than I needed, just to dream (some more). I truthfully, just enjoyed my bed, my cats, and my Moroccan rose water scented blanket today.**  I needed to.

You know, it happens. Today, I didn't make my bed, and the world didn't end.

I'm still, not going to make a habit out of it as unmade beds are ugly (and I've made it now, bc who goes to bed in an unmade bed?).  But again, today, the world did not end.

Take care of yourselves. If you just need a, "time out," - take it.  You, your body, is the only, "ship," that you'll get while here (no matter what, "they," tptb say).  Like your car, she may need a rest one day, that doesn't mean you're going to drive her in a demolition derby (i.e.: polluting your body).

Be well, people.
Love,
me.


Godbless! 

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