Hello friends! It’s been a minute. Today’s newsletter is a little longer because, well, I have a lot of thoughts from the past three months. I get pretty vulnerable here, so bear with me, please. In my last newsletter (which I thought was sent in like…February. Turns out it was last December.), I wrote: Only YOU know what your mind, body, and spirit can handle or work with headed into a new year. So, that being said, my start to 2022 has been…not what I expected. I ended 2021 optimistically, with great plans for the new year. I had my new planners (always plural), SMART goals written out, and a new book of affirmations ready to go. A friend and I even planned out a 75 Soft (because 75 Hard is way too much for me) challenge…which I stuck to for about 20 days. Everything I had set up for myself, all the systems and plans, even the grace periods I set for leisure and rest — it all seemed to fall apart. I didn’t grocery shop for seven weeks. I barely made myself food. I couldn’t put away my laundry. Any semblance of a budget was thrown out the window. I was just…a mess. All in all, this sounds like depression, right? Like, the definition of depression. Which I’m sure played a role in it. But really, I think I just set myself up for failure. Once again, I overcommitted to a lifestyle that I idealized instead of one that actually worked for me. I realized this was what happened almost immediately. But I put off writing this newsletter because I didn’t want to admit that all my plans and systems and routines and schedules didn’t work. Because as silly as it sounds, deep down I’ve always imagined a version of me that becomes “That Girl” — drinking lemon water, working out, meditating, journaling, stretching, and making a superfood smoothie, all before 9am. And beyond becoming That Girl, there’s the internal, capitalist pressure to monetize it. Become an influencer. Run a huge Instagram, get thousands of likes on TikTok. Coach people on their routines. Write a book. Here’s the problem: That’s not who I am. At least not who I am right now. And that’s been hard to accept. I understand habit building and behavior modification, but I think beyond not being That Girl, I also don’t think that’s who I need to be right now. This has been difficult to accept for a lot of reasons, but especially because of my moralization of behaviors. It’s so easy to conflate idealized behaviors with morals. Which is wrong to do! It’s racist, sexist, classist, fatphobic, and so on. Yet, it’s what I’ve caught myself doing for years. So, what now? I’m focusing on unlearning this moralization and idealization of behaviors. I’m trying to grow at a leisurely speed, not based in goals, but based in intuition and feeling. And, arguably most importantly, I’m listening to myself. At first, that looked like sleeping in until 10am, eating Auntie Anne’s for breakfast, and playing The Sims for hours. Now, it’s starting to balance back out with my more goal-oriented self. Carrots for a snack because I want them, not because they’re a vegetable. Going on a walk because the weather is perfect, not to hit my step goal. Similar to the balancing effect of starting intuitive eating, I’ve fed into my rebellious side, and now I can start listening to myself without distraction. I’m not really sure where life is going to go from here. But, for the first time in a long time, I’m excited to see where it takes me. Talk soon, Emily P.S. If you’re new or want to check out my previous issues, you can do so here.
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