WAIT, THERE’S MORE!
Woke up on this Day 1 of the month-long countdown to 60, and in my Covid-weary brain had trouble figuring out starting on July 1 makes it a 30 day or 31 day countdown to July 31st. With way too many minutes wasted in self-debate, a pivot happened. Instead of counting down to 60, how about counting up to this next decade! So… we are now officially at day 1 on the path to a new year and a elevated mindset.
Next, the recognition of my need to let go of a couple of elements, so superb in their comforting qualities they sabotage any notion of development, forward movement or growth. We already touched upon the practice of self-subjugation. Just sitting with the acknowledgment of this practice, looking honestly and with as little judgment as possible into the adverse-camouflaged-as-protective effects this had on my first 59 years gave way to granting myself permission to give up this harmful habit.
This catapults me into a state of such immense relief, I feel giddy. A portion of a load lifted from my shoulders. This committed release made way for the next step in my ABC’s of self-reclamation (I promise - the full explanation is coming!).
B is for binge. A creature comfort that served me solidly from elementary school days consisting of constant change and instability (I attended seven schools by 7th grade - not due to military or corporate relocations). And surrounded by adults who, while well-intentioned, were nonetheless clueless about child-raising. More on that later. (#MOTL)
From Rice Krispies Treats to Wordscapes to the West Wing (and by West Wing I mean the streaming of TV shows I’ve already seen multiple times) it is easy to see - again, no judgment just acceptance of the situation and a strong commitment to change it - the self-destructive element of this habit.
Education Over Entertainment.
Creativity Over Consumption.
That’s my motto for the next 30 days. I am releasing the binge habit. As long as we’re looking at the B’s let’s drop the almost-involuntary practice of mindless buying as well while elevating the baking habit from the binge category to that of ritual. Baking remains a means of connection. Bake to share, not to eat.
Say it with me one more time:
One aspect of this new commitment to self includes to reducing superfluous screen time to one evening per week, limiting online word-gaming to one daily round of Wordle and bidding farewell to my personal pimp trio Snap Crackle & Pop and their twisted brother from another mother Mr. StayPuff. In the culinary equivalent to amazing breakup sex, I've made one last gloriously enhanced batch of Rice Krispies Treats featuring every enhancement - candied ginger, dried cranberry, black sesame, tahini, before settling into the work of caring, nurturing and loving my Self in ways previously inconceivable.
The discipline this requires, I now understand, is the most profound form of Self-Care and Self-Love.