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Thank you Covid


I've been steady replacing bad habits with good ones. Such as-time wasted in the mornings on Facebook have now been replaced with morning stretching sessions and honestly -it has made a WORLD of difference.
Starting your day on the floor is grounding. Literally. Remember when you were a kid? You actually spent a lot of time on floors, on grass, sitting cross legged for some thing or other. At some point you lost touch with that, trading up for the adult world of ergonomic chairs at computers on desks and busy offices. In my case, I also entered the adult world of back injury and all that entailed. The back injury made me quit my job to pursue art life and it feels like my brush with Covid19 has made me have another epiphany to change things as well.
My life had gotten stagnant and joyless. Chasing rent and never getting ahead will do that to you. Then Covid came and slapped me in the face... The body and spirit I had was being wasted and squandered. My health sucked. So slowly I began the act of reclamation. I would reclaim health and good habits and my joy. It started with disconnecting from Facebook as much as possible (I will do pop ins to stay connected and keep up with people) because as much as it was a time suck for me-it was also a soul suck. I didn't like the sad, mad, fearful person I was after reading all the misery on it. Day after day. It had me in a depressing loop. 
That is so not me. I need to laugh and feel good about things and help others to do the same.
Find some reason to laugh every day. Laugh at yourself often. If something is causing you anguish it is ok to step away from it and take a break. A lot of the misery we are actually causing ourselves, by consuming it and feeding on it instead of being present. Which brings us to my other good habit, meditation. This has saved me much distress. I began mindfulness techniques when I had my crappy job and work injury situation and it helped me deal with it and changed me. Somewhere along the way I lost the habit and the happiness that comes with it. I'm happy to say I picked it back up during the pandemic and it's been amazing at dealing with everything. Get grounded. Disconnect from the source of anguish and heal yourself. 
Reclaim yourself, don't wallow in misery.
Another habit I'm making is throwing identities in the trash. Mainly the identity of being "sick". Too long I've been carrying an ENDOMETRIOSIS name tag and identifying with that being my lot in life...and it is my ailment, but it's not defining me or ruling my life. Nor am I a Covid victim. I am a victim of nothing and a warrior of all. I also took a leap and got off the pills I had been on for years to manage my Endo. It also messed with my hormones and made me kind of distant and cold. It was also a constant reminder that I was a fly in endometriosis web every night I took the pill. I couldn't take it during Covid and decided to not pick it back up and let my body reset.
Maybe you're feeling the same pull to get into warrior mode and mindset?
It starts small. Change a bad habit and replace it with a new good one. Laugh more. Believe you deserve happiness. You'll be amazed at the changes that follow. ❤️ 
(Personal victory-Im another lb down in my weight loss journey. I rehabbed my knee so I can walk mileage in the morning and aside from stretching I picked up disc golf. Find something fun that gets you moving 🌞)


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