I often find Mondays difficult. For most people Monday means going back to work and they find that hard. For me Monday is difficult because I often have it off.
At work my duties are clear and uncomplicated. Of course helping customers can be a challenge and take energy or several measures of kindness, but it’s also pretty straight forward for me. Make the customer happy by making them a good drink and being as pleasant as possible while they’re in your presence. Rinse the left over milk out of the pitchers. Wipe the counter and rinse the rag you used to wipe the counter. Give the appropriate change (number given by the cash register). Smile. Say ‘thank you’. Grind some coffee. Write on a cup. Hit the button to pull espresso shots and watch to make sure they come out with good time and color. Etc.
Not so painful.
At home my belongings and to-do list seems as flexible, messy and confusing as my head… or maybe that’s backward. Whatever the order, I think they are linked.
So today I’m “taking care of business”. When I went to the free clinic the other day I realized something pretty important. I don’t really take care of myself. I mean, sure I put in the necessary work- food when my stomach hurts, bed when it’s night, shower, wash my clothes. I’ve even been working out for the past several months. I think these are good steps forward. But I have a ways to go and things to learn.
My ankle is a glaring example. The only reason I’m having trouble with it right now is because I did not take care of it back in December. Taking care of myself isn’t so fun. It throws off my schedule. A schedule which is fairly flexible but also tied drastically to my friends and the people around me.
I don’t think that taking care of myself means ignoring my loved ones but I do need to take a few breaths in the morning and seek God about my priorities. He can take care of so much and, as usual, I just need to ask Him to know what part I should play and where.
Today I will sort these papers, throw some things away, ice my ankle, maybe work out if I can do it with that massive ankle-immobilizing boot on, talk to God.
What about you? Do you find work or home harder? Do you take care of yourself or do you spend most of your time worrying about other people or distracted by entertainment? Have you ever wondered at the phrase “love your neighbor as yourself”? What if you treat others better than you treat yourself?
What do you think?