Who doesn’t get caught up in things occasionally?

I am not bemoaning being Busy. I chose that over retirement. Well, I chose busy over feeling anxious.

Busy over wallowing in the depths of depression, busy instead of not being here at all. When I think of it that way, I have no room to bitch about anything.

Choosing to be alive means plates must be spun.

Choices must be made. Days must be lived. But there must be time for self-care. This is the part I have had the most trouble doing on a consistent basis. Guilt plays a big role in this. Oh, I can quote the self-care mantra just like everyone else:

“You must fasten your own oxygen mask over your face before helping others.”

Knowing what to do, and doing it are not always the same thing. And finding time, making time for self-care, making time for me, has not been high on my list.

So here I am spinning plates.

I have a Plate for my day job, a plate for filling the bird feeders, a plate for helping my aging mother, a plate for my spouse, children, the dog, the cats, plates for watering the plants, making sure I have gas in the truck, that my lunch is packed, a spinning plate to remind me to bring in the birdfeeders at night so the bears do not feast on the seed and destroy the feeders.

Wow, what was I thinking?

Tomorrow I have a day for self-care. Planning it out to include time for me is important. However, most of my “me time” for tomorrow is going to a SMART recovery meeting and spending some time before the meeting with my Peer Advocate.  And that is a big help in my continued recovery, helping me to live a balanced life while also living with depression.

But now I am off to my day job.

Once I return home, in about 12 ½ hours, I will take off the plates, stop the spinning and work on myself. I will spend time on my recovery and my personal needs.

What plates are you spinning today?

The post I’m spinning a lot of plates today appeared first on My Concealed Depression.