How The Eff Do You Take Care of Yourself?
No, seriously, genuine question

My loves!
I have learned a mind-bending little life factoid this week. It is:
Apparently, for any kind of success and/or quality of life, you’re supposed to take physical care of yourself.
Apparently apparently, it’s super fucking hard to do jack shit if you’re physically at the point of collapse all the time. And I, at the ripe of old age of 33 and a half, learned this on Tuesday of this week. 2/22/22.
…oh dear.
*looks at ceiling and twiddles my thumbs* Fascinating weather we’re having right now, isn’t it?
Wait, We’re Not Supposed To Be Physically Miserable?!
My mind, she is blown. This concept is paradigm-exploding.
Not changing. Not shifting. Wile E. Coyote literally dropped a barrel of TNT on it and boom, the Roadrunner is now sprinting away, laughing hysterically.
Exploding.
Over the course of my life, I picked up the very strong idea that the correct way of going through life was to push yourself to the physical limit and just live there, stressing out and collapsing every so often when your body just broke down. It’s how I went through school. It’s how I live my life now.
In retrospect, that might be one of the reasons I adored getting sick in high school. It was the only time I got a physical break. Getting my wisdom teeth out was hands-down the best three days of my entire high school career.

How Do You Take Care Of Yourself?
Now that I have learned this super-obvious-to-everyone-but-me life hack, I have a question for the audience:
How the eff are you supposed to take care of yourself?
‘Cause, um…I genuinely don’t know.
Are you supposed to drink a lot of water? Get a lot of sleep? Exercise? Meditate a lot to silence the Achievement Scream?
I would like to crowdsource answers to this question, because I trust greatly in the collective wisdom of Medium as a whole and this publication in particular.
Tell me things! Give me ideas! And also read this awesome post on intuition by Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles, because it was very excellent and actually started giving me some ideas on this whole care-of-self thing. Apparently, my intuition knows things. I should listen to it.
Intuition: *bangs pots and pans, walks around my head going “FUCKING FINALLY OMFG WE HAVE BEEN SMACKING YOU FOR YEARS GOOD LORD”*
Me: Ah. Well then. I guess I have some work to do.






