“Do you have a piece of paper?” I asked my therapist today.
She stood up and, folding back used pages, handed me a yellow legal pad.
“I need some help here,” I said. “I’ve already given up so many hobbies because I know I don’t have time. So I need some help figuring out how to do self-care—”
I wrote, “Food,” on my list and began ticking off my food items. She listened. I wrote, “Exercise,” and began ticking off items. And what about writing? And sleep? And my necessary morning puttering?
She listened as I named off my self-care tasks items and asked her how to fit them into my schedule. But then, like a bird of prey, she swooped in for the kill.
“You know, I was wondering where I could interject—” she said. I paused, and she continued. “When I said self-care, I was thinking of things that are not goal-oriented. Perhaps doing nothing.”
I’m not good at doing nothing.