We have more responsibilities as we age.
I think this happens universally and across geographies, whether we like it or not. Most of us choose to accept these responsibilities and somehow work our way around trying to meet these demands the best that we can. A minority will chose to pretend these needs do not exist.
As a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, an employee, an employer, I often find that I put myself last in line in terms of bringing my own needs met. It almost seems like I cause myself to become an afterthought, something that deserves whatever energy I have left after others have gotten their share and I am becoming more aware that I need to first take care of myself, so that I can better care and be a better "_____" for others.
The first thing that comes to my mind is the state of my health. I tell myself I need to eat better, rest better and conciously invest in myself.
So I finally brush off the dust from my sneakers, purchase a new, better fitting excercise underwear, dig out my long-slumbering excercise outfits and hit the gym. 30 minutes a day, was my target.
Thursday Night - 30 mins on the stationary bike
Friday Night - 30 mins on the cross trainer
Saturday Am - 60 mins pilates
Sunday - Sick
Monday - Recovering
Tuesday - Hopefully 60 mins pilates after work today
This is a big sacrifice for me as its time I could have spent with R. Guilt, an ever present factor, nibbles at my conscience telling me that I already spend so little time with her, a maximum of an hour before school, another hour before bedtime, and yet I am taking even more time to spend on myself.
Its worth it, I tell myself. Look to the long term.
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