It’s 1:06 am. I just popped a glass dish of oiled and
seasoned organic beet chunks in the oven to roast for about 45 minutes while I
wait on my large pot of water to boil so I can lower my organic, free range,
Omega-3 eggs into it… then clean my room. It’s been a long day already, and I’m
planning to get up at 6 to drive people I don’t know to their work or the
airport or wherever they wanna pay me to go. For now, I cook. And write
about it in the process.
Tonight, I have the house to myself. My roommate is housesitting somewhere else, and I was supposed to stay
with my boyfriend (If this is your first time reading anything like this from
me and you’ve known me my whole life – Hi, I’m 30. I stay with my boyfriend
sometimes. Take some deep breaths, drink some water, and you’ll be ok.) (I’m
from a small town, for those who are like, “WTF was that?”) after having a
double date with a friend and her fiancée. In a moment of stress-induced
panic, I cancelled everything so I could breathe… and
cook. Alone. In my own rented house. Alone.
I’ve lived here for 4 years. This house has seen more growth
in me than any other place apart from my childhood home, and sometimes, I just
want to be with that, especially in times of stress and uncertainty. It’s been
a tough couple of days in the mental health region, even when a semi-stranger
told me in a parking lot yesterday, “Oh! I know you! You’re the girl with ‘the
voice!’” I couldn’t bear to listen to recordings of myself from a party the
night before. My brain took a major nosedive when I looked at my bank account earlier
and realized I was about $300 short for rent due in a few days. (This has
changed a little, thanks to some transactions I forgot were going through and
the incredible generosity of a fellow choir member/perfect angel.) Our choir
concert is this weekend and I’m opening an event immediately following our 2nd
and final concert for the season. I don’t know all of the words to all of the choral songs quite yet. Nothing in my closet fits that is appropriate for the concert,
and the rest has been seen over and over and over again since I gained the 50
lbs I lost last year plus 10 more, thanks to more stress, so I’ve opted to
create something for myself. (I know the face you’re making right now. It’s
cool. I’m making it, too.) I owe important people emails
and phone calls about my career’s future. It’s a lot to handle right now.
One of my favorite movies is “Bridesmaids,” and I got to see
it last week with the same friend I bailed on tonight. There’s a moment when
Kristen Wiig’s character goes into the kitchen for what is perceivably the
first time in a while and makes one cupcake that looks so perfect and delicious
and you just wanna put your mouth on the screen when it comes out all beautiful
and flowery-like. She’s alone, at night, in her kitchen, facing something she
hasn’t in a while, and in the midst of everything that’s happening around me,
that’s exactly what I am doing. It’s not just boiling eggs and roasting beets;
it’s self-care, something that has been desperately missing from my life for a
very, very long time.
When I watched this movie again for the first time in a
while, the scene where Melissa McCarthy’s character goes over to Kristen Wiig’s
post-kicked-out-of-the-bridal-party (SPOILER ALERT!), depressed character’s
house and teaches her, after slapping her around a bit (If you haven’t seen the
film, this part has a purpose, I assure you.), “You are your own problem, Annie. You’re also your solution.”
UGH!!!! WHY DOES SHE MAKE ME FEEL THINGS WHEN SHE SAYS THIS EVERY SINGLE
TIME?!?!?!
Because it’s exactly
what I need to hear. Ever since my epiphany last year that I have a victimhood
mentality and, therefore, I have a tendency to blameshift (Truth, y’all.), this
has stuck with me like a starfish on my face. I go through periods of time
where I try really, really hard to get back on track, and then I make an excuse
and go back to destructive patterns that get me into a worse place than where I
began. I’m cancelling and clearing that from my past for my right now and my
future. Self-care is a daily choice, and
I love me enough to recognize and implement whatever it takes moving forward.
Being healthy may never be convenient. It will, however, be
worth it, and if I only get 2 hours of sleep tonight because food prep is a
much higher need than sleep, so be it. That’s where I am today because I
finally told myself I had to break the cycle and get what my body, mind, and
soul needs – nourishment. I cannot
allow Fear to get in the way anymore, and this isn’t just about “weight loss”
or fitting into my clothes again or money. It’s about healing, putting myself
first, and getting tired of feeding myself the same bullshit day in, day out.
Something’s gotta give, ya know? Tonight, it’s sleep. And
damn, these beets smell soooooo goooooooood.