So, I have been thinking about this whole notion of rest, self-care, and balance since I last blogged. Truth is, I am way off balance. So much so that I get overwhelmed thinking about it. How do I get myself back to a place where I establish a routine that sustains me?
A week or so ago I spoke with a good girlfriend of mine—one who extends way more grace to me than I do to myself—who suggested I stop trying to do it all and start with baby steps. She asked, "What about the pool?" She knew I had purchased an aquajogger so that I could get my run on without hurting my joints. The pool was a great idea! It is a site of rest and renewal, where I can post up with a good book and some good tunes. However, it is also a place where I can work out. The pool it is.
But last night, after my massage, I couldn't help but think there had to be more. Perhaps my unrest was stirred up when Aiken—massage therapist extraordinaire—handed me a bottle of water when we were done. "Drink plenty of water," he said.
Drink plenty of water. He wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know, but his words struck me. Drink plenty of water. The water, after a massage, flushes toxins away. Drink plenty of water. In general, when I drink water consistently I feel and look better, inside and out: my skin glows, my organs are happy and my energy levels increase.
And so, as I make my way to the pool with my Intak thermos bottle filled with water in tow, I am reminded of the words of Ms. Lauryn Hill when she sang, "It's just like the water, I ain't felt this way in years..."