A Self Care Essential.

What a month it has been since I was last on this blog. Each morning I would wake and say “today I will get my post up!” Then nope. Something else kept bumping my writing down the priority ladder. I was a hypocrit to my previous articles:

I wasn’t making enough time for the great stuff to balance out the pleh.

Most was not within my control, however. I had some weird health issues all hit at once. Two blood panels were drawn over ten days. I did an oxygen screening over two nights, trying to sleep with a strap across my boobs and a cannula shoved up my nostrils. There was a weird lesion on my (ahem) left arse cheek that had to be removed and sent for testing.

Top it off with a gnarly cough and cold where I kept working all but one shift and lost my voice for the entire subsequent weekend.

What the deuce, immune system? Don’t fail me now! I had some big fish to fry in a dedicated timeframe, and these issues were getting in the way.

enough, glow lotus

Alas! I made it to the other side of it all and am very happy to share that I do not have skin or any internal cancers my amazing, thorough doctor was screening for. The blood tests showed that my thyroid and stomach are still cooperating quite well; the concern of possible celiac disease was able to be dismissed.

However, I do have anemia, gluten intolerance, and a cool little navy blue scar on my butt. 

*Random share: I scar easily. You should see the battle wounds on my arms and legs from my childhood cat and learning to shave as a tween. Meowch.

Kinda crazy times, but I managed not to panic (well, not publicly.) I had a few solid cry sessions because geez, this would be kinda overwhelming for most people. Kudos to shedding tears and to the item I reference in the title — my self care essential that keeps me from hiding under my bed and FINALLY got me enjoying my writing again:


Piano heals my soul.

I listened to upbeat tunes when I needed to give myself a little celebration, and instrumental favorites when I permitted some sad to stay awhile (not too long, though. Remember the article about setting a timer?)

Thomas Newman has done the music for some of my favorite films. He has a good mix of both upbeat and soothing — I’m actually playing one soundtrack right now while typing this post! I’ve been a fan since he did the songs for Scent of a Woman. That whole storyline…oh god…*sob*…

Other faves are Victoria & Abdul (one of the best movies I watched this winter), The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, (I plan to be like these people in a couple decades) and Finding Nemo which I’ve watched at least two dozen times. Everyone on planet earth is familiar with this part!:

  • Dory: Hey there, Mr. Grumpy Gills. When life gets you down do you wanna know what you’ve gotta do?
  • Marlin: No I don’t wanna know.
  • Dory: [singing] Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. What do we do? We swim, swim.”
 Cliche? Yup. Overused? Very. But dammit if it doesn’t work to remind us it gets better. You just gotta keep swimming.
nemo, just keep swimming
Wait, what?!

The hypothetical fishes I am frying (sorry for this reference, Nemo and pals) mentioned earlier are still ongoing, but I am cautiously optimistic of their outcome. If it all goes as it should, I would love to share that with you in a future post.

Please send positive Glow mojo! Just remember to keep some of it for you too. Now go dance in your kitchen.

Xx, Stace.