I am not ashamed to say that I am thirty-one years old. I am ashamed to say, that for the first time, I went to a salon. In the past, I would have never allowed myself to spend that type of money or use that time, alone, without my children. It’s cliche, but my mom guilt would take over. There would be a slew of reasons that took priority, in my mother’s mind. At that moment, I could count five reasons that would seep into the guilt and take priority. Can’t we all? There is no time in our life that something isn’t needed or required of us.
As parents, partners, and beings, our time is up for grabs. As the hourglass runs out of sand, so do our bodies. Each granule of sand that falls brings a weight upon our shoulders. There are many moments, when I have nothing left to give and am expected to continue. Truthfully, I start to become angry or short tempered. Anxiety and annoyance increase. The need for self care has surpassed and is detrimental.
Why are we waiting to care for ourselves at the last moment? Why is it viewed as selfish, when we stop to care for none other than ourself? Because we are women. We are expected to be nurturing to others, yet, aren’t allowed to nurture ourselves. It’s a societal pressure.
Audre Lorde stares, “I have come to believe that caring for myself is not indulgent. Caring for myself is an act of survival.” And she is right. Self care is surviving.
We must remember, that all things need to be nourished. Self Care doesn’t require money, but it requires time. Time that we all need to heal our soul and mind from the chaos of the daily grind.