There was a time when the phrase “taking care of me“ implied selfishness. When the new enlightenment of the 1980s and 1990s resurrected this phrase, it slowly eked its way into our psyche and conversation with a more positive emphasis.

“Taking care of me“ has often been a struggle because I’ve always kept myself busy with precious little focus on my direct needs. With the RRMS diagnosis in June 2020, the rules of my life‘s game changed a bit. It did not take me long to realize just how much I needed to focus on myself.

With a close family member’s recent diagnosis of RRMS, and discussing my own conditions with her, I’ve begun to readdress my own needs and just how important it is to take care of me. While to most, I appear busy and “on the go,” I’m really not. I do teach at home and work a part time job outside the home, but I spend a good deal of time resting and sleeping. Some personal artistic projects have sadly been placed on hold which I’m hoping will be temporary.

My overall recipe for life has not changed but I’ve had to adjust a number of the ingredients. I tire easily and that is the biggest adjustment for me. Now, my recipe instructions list more maps and resting. Once upon a time, I had wonderful energy reserves and could push myself through the most busy, demanding schedules. Now, a current walk around the block can sometimes feel like a former schedule of three consecutive busy days.

Being in control of one’s life is no one’s responsibility except for the one taking control. It requires choices, both big and small, and following through with those decisions. It can be a bit daunting but it’s a necessity. It requires a determination and a strong positive vision.

While I’m continuing to take care of me, I know how vital it is to keep “make it a great day” as my goal.