This is a mere reflection of my discovery and usage of Self-Care.

Not just using Self-Care as a ‘once in a while’ thing, but dedicating my energy towards utilizing it so that it becomes a lifestyle, rather than a reactive response for when life gets stressful.  

If I could choose one word to describe the physical involvement of my work at times, it would be: Sweat.

I had been working with a client when things had escalated which led me to intervene and de-escalate my client back to safety. 

I was a sweaty mess. I had taken on more than I should have at work and was burnt out. At this point, I hadn’t even realized I was burnt out. 

I guess one could say that my mindset back then equated being burnt out as doing a great job or overextending myself.

I mean, my supervisor thought the world of me and was happy with my performance at work. Truth, I felt the complete opposite. 

 

The Tell Tale Signs

I was working later past anyone in my similar role as a behavior analyst. I can’t count the number of times I got caught in the pouring rain, loading my car to go work with my client who I would later get a text or call that they eloped from the property. 

I thought, ‘when will this end? Will I ever catch up with work?’ 

I was the clinician that craved having things in order. Things weren’t in order. I was the clinician that took pride in turning things on time. Things weren’t getting turned in on time. I was the clinician that arrived 5 minutes early for leadership meetings. I was arriving 15 minutes late due to the exhaustion carried over from the previous day. 

I wanted no parts of work and every Monday morning I would cry in my closet. 

 

There were two big red flags. 

It was the end of the day and I was just finishing up with a client. While in the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror and barely recognized myself. I looked sad, unrecognizable at best.  

The second and final straw was on a random Sunday morning, my husband and I were driving to church when a simple question he asked, caused me to respond with an elevated pitch. When asked what was wrong, I retorted, “I’m burnt out!”

I knew I had to change. 

 

Self-Care is a lifestyle, not a chore you do every once in a while.

I knew what I needed to get back to. Movement. Clean Eating. Praying. Teaching dance at my local high school. 

When I started to prioritize my passions, I saw observable changes. 

And that was just the beginning. 

 

Data Driven Mindset. 

I started to realize part of being a behavior analyst was being able to display positive behavior on purpose. 

How can I help someone else if my own ‘stuff’ was messy, distorted, and not together? 

I needed to start measuring this. I can’t just say I wanted to change. 

I needed to put the pen to paper and generate goals to be able to track my progress. 

Self-Care needed to be more than just something I did when I remembered that I needed it. I needed to be proactive in the practice of exercising my right to take care of me and make myself a priority. 

It was my new non-negotiable to myself. 

3 months went by and I realized self-care had become part of my routine. I went back to teaching dance at my local high school. I started consistently going to Barre class and my mindful eating became an integral part of mealtimes. 

I no longer ignored the not so friendly nudge to spend time taking care of myself. 

It was right there to greet me every morning. 

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