Our accountant is waiting for the rest of my tax information.
Changing to in-network doctors, my insurance company is waiting for the names and dates of appointments I have set up. My Peer Support Advocate is waiting for me to call her with an update. The furnace guy is coming for our 6-month check-up and will be waiting at the door.
And my dog is waiting for her breakfast.
It’s a little chilly this morning in the house and I am feeling like I should build a fire in the woodstove. The strawberry plants need weeding as they will be producing soon. My dogwood trees need feeding now, and the azaleas will need it right after they bloom.
READ MORE: I am spinning a lot of plates today
After hitting three deer since November, I have had a grille guard in my shopping basket on a truck parts website. They are waiting for me to decide if this is the best one to protect my truck from deer impacts. And as always, the dishes need doing.
At my day job, I have cut back to a very short lunch break.
The bulk of my 9 hours is spent on my feet, making sure my employees have what they need to serve our customers. Having a Pandemic situation has created a shopper’s frenzy. My 1.5-hour commute seems longer these days. And while I have been too busy to obsess about the new virus, I am washing my hands longer.
I now sing two verses of “Old McDonald had a farm…” while washing my hands.
So, the question then, is when do I do self-care? Is my to-do list self-care? Is doing what I must do, clearing things from my plate, self-care?
I’ll need to consider this later. My shower wants me, my fresh clothes want me, and my truck wants me to get going so I am not late for work.
Looks like self-care will have to wait.
My concealed depression is written under the alias “Depression is not my boss.” I have certifications in SMART Recovery and am a Global Career Development Facilitator.
Last year, I was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder.