Multi-Tasking To A Better Me

As I sat in the shower shaving my legs with my right hand, and drinking my coffee with my left hand, while simultaneously rinsing the shampoo out of my hair… I wonder:  Have I taken this multitasking thing a little too far?

Is this the indication that I’ve, finally, lost a chunk of my mind?  Images of joining the Mad Hatter and Rabbit start dancing through my mind.  Cheshire Cat is grinning at us from under a tree branch.

I hear a wrapper crunch and crinkle in the kitchen.  Pig grunts, there is a thud.  I yell out to him, “PIG!  Drop the human food.”  As if that is going to work.  I hear the rhythmic pitter-pat of piggy hooves as he tears through the house looking for a place to stash his new contraband.  He’s such a naughty pig.  Always getting into everything.  It’s a good thing he’s adorable.

Yup.  Pretty sure a piece of my mind is gone now.

I climb out of the shower.  I’m feeling accomplished.  I have had my coffee, shaved, almost policed the pig, and now I have 10 minutes to be out the door.  I just may pull off being on time for a change.  Or will I?  Depends how long it takes me to wrangle the wrapper away from Pig.  All I know is it’s a damn good thing I don’t fix my hair or wear makeup!

As I climb into the car to begin my drive to town, it occurs to me that I never take time for myself.  I’m so busy multi-tasking for survival, I hardly ever pay attention to me.  I never do what I want to do.  I never do anything to rest or renew my physical or mental state.  I don’t even seem to have hobbies any longer.

Since The Shattering I’ve been in survival mode with my kids.  We’ve been beyond broke, so I was scrambling for any possible way to make money just to pay for gas.  He refused to pay us support.  Trying to starve us into a bad deal with him.  We’ve had to mentally and emotionally attempt starting to heal from the extreme trauma…. discovering our lives weren’t real.  I’ve had to hold it together, be highly functional, despite wanting (at times) to throw in the towel.  I’ve had to accept truths that every fiber of my being wanted to reject.  I’ve had to redefine a lot in my life.  All while keeping all of us safe.

Over the last several years I have not been a priority.  Not for me, not for anybody.  So being in survival mode the last 10 months has been second nature to me.  I’ve pretty much been rocking it.

However, I’m starting to realize that I deserve to be a priority.  I deserve to work on myself.  I deserve to enjoy doing things.

I’ve decided I’m going to do something for myself.  Over the course of the last 10 months I lost 25 pounds to stress.  Stress and a slight change in diet; turns out I’m severely intolerant of gluten. 

Due to already being half way to goal, I’m going to start here.  I’m setting a goal to tone up, get in shape, start being more active, and start loving myself.  I wouldn’t mind putting on 5 pounds of muscle and streamlining my muscles.  Maybe I’ll even join the work out group some of my new found friends have.  Who knows, but I’m looking forward to some personal growth just for me.

I’m hoping my ability to multitask will make it a little easier to carve out 15-20 minutes a day.  Just a slight change in energy allotment is necessary.