Friday, December 15, 2006

This Little Light of Mine . . .

I'm gonna let it shine. . .

This song started floating around in my head the other day. I couldn't figure out why, but I knew it was important.

Then I heard this song and made the connection.

Let there be peace on Earth and let it begin with me....

If I want peace in my life, it has to begin with me. I have to take care of myself. When I had gone to the doctor to figure out what was going on with me feeling tired, I found out that my bloodwork was totally normal - no thyroid problems. My ears were still infected and have been for awhile, so that very well could be part of what was causing the problem, so I will be seeing a ENT soon, but that wasn't the whole issue. I have to take care of myself more. She asked if I drank enough water. I always intend to, but do I REALLY do it? No. She asked if I took a multi-vitamin. I have a box of them just sitting there, but when was the last time I actually took one? She asked me if I am eating well. Some days yes, some days no. How about exercise? Well, I'm trying to get to the gym, but some weeks go by without me making it at all. She asked about how much sleep I'm getting. Besides the days when I was thoroughly exhausted and went to bed by seven, I have not been consistent with bedtime, which means the number of hours of sleep I get each night varies dramatically. In other words, I've not been taking care of myself like I know I need to.

Clearly this is not a new thought. Heck, you can read through many past posts on this blog and see that I go through this whole eye-opening revelation a few times a year. I just need to stick with the resolutions I keep making.

As for now, my little light is tired. To let it shine, I have to take a nap right now.

2 comments:

M-j said...

YOu said it, sister!
Take care of yourself. If momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy!

Nancy the Romancechick said...

I need to do better in the water catagory, too. Sometimes it's so hard to find time for myself when the little one needs me, the bigger one needs to be driven somewhere then picked up from that somewhere, and the hubby is starting to feel sick, too. Sometimes I wonder where the "me time" is. I need to think about that more, too.

Thanks for the picture of the kids. Noah was fascinated when I told my husband how he "loved" Julia when she was about four months old(?). Noah kept picking up the picture and saying, "I hurt this girl when I was little?" Kids!