What I learned about myself lately.

I am 38, and I am still learning about myself. It should not surprise everyone because some of us are in the same boat. We live and breathe daily. We stumble and grow. Not an easy task, I must say.

Monthly, I print three calendars: The happiness calendar from the greater good science website, the Action for Happiness and the Calm calendar. I religiously print them. My bubbly self has shared that gift at work, too. It guides me daily. Just like my affirmations daily, I read them out loud. Most of them you can apply on that day, for example, play your favourite song. Give a compliment to a stranger, enjoy a 30-min walk in a park, etc. Today, the calm calendar wants me to reflect on what I learned about myself lately. I thought it would be a good topic to write about because I know I need to do some self-inventory soon. I have been working so much that I do not even pay attention to my books. My dirty floor, empty fridge, and recycle bags I neglected lately.

So let me start with being a procrastinator. This is not new. I have had this illness for so long, and I am still figuring out what the remedy is. I would be ignoring writing this week, but I told myself I needed to put something out there because spring break is over. Your blog is waiting. Putting in the time and effort, no matter how unmotivated you are has an impact. Hopefully today, I am making a difference in my growth.

I can also be consistent. I know it is ironic that I can be a procrastinator, yet I can be consistent in doing something. Well, let me explain it. I have been doing yoga since 2012. I stopped somewhere in 2017 and went back to it. Then the pandemic happened, yes I am blaming COVID-19. Last fall, I started coming back to it again. Guess what I love it. I have been pretty good at going weekly. The benefits are immense from the meditation aspect, posture correction, and breathing. I am seeing some gains. I am super proud of myself, and I know I can attend more sessions which is my next task. I only have one body and need to take care of it.

Funny isn't something I will include as a descriptor of myself, but I know I can be comical. The dark sense of humour is where I thrive. However, carefully inserting a bit of fun and sassiness there makes me funny. Imagine making fun of someone's breakfast with one of the ladies at the nursing home. She separated the dark (er) coloured cheerios from the lighter coloured ones. I am sure it wasn't racism but more of her OCD. I find it funny, still. After all, laughter is the best medicine.

As I traverse this road, I know I am heading to my 40's soon. I'd be discovering more things. Some of it will be full of fun, and some will be frequent stumbling.