I hesitated before I sat down to write this. I thought about all the tough posts I’ve shared across the years. I thought about the hard issues I am prepared to discuss openly. I thought about the way I have pointed to my mistakes and said “I did that” so that others might learn too. None of these were easy but I did them to improve my understanding of myself and to be accountable. This is going to be one of those posts.
Battle of The Cults
The woman standing in front of me was everything I had been told to believe good health should look like. She was slow in her movements, she had a top knot and culottes; she was white. As I stood in a carefully branded store full of self-help books, I became aware of this maven of wellness. I made a joke about whether I really had 15 minutes a day to reflect on my gratitudes and her response was to head tilt and oh so delicately frown. Inwardly, I sighed. I’d just wanted a book titled something like “How to Think Straight When Every Waking Minute is Balls to the Wall Non Stop”. I’d been pointed at mindfulness. I wasn’t convinced.
Charge Yourself Happy
How much money are you willing to spend on your emotional well-being?
I wonder in reading this question where your mind flitted to as you connected monetary value to feeling good. Was it the quick fix you gained from a slab of cake that you indulgently allowed yourself this week? Was it the bordering on obscene price for that outfit you needed to feel like a winner? Perhaps it was the subscription to a box of organic veg or it was dipping into savings to pay for a weekend away that you’ve long needed. I guess what I want to know is, what is your mental health worth?