Yeah. About that health scare I had back in December–I’m all better now. Nothing like being on a death bed to cause one to make some lifestyle changes. So now I don’t drink. No, I wasn’t an alcoholic, but I’ve had my share of “drank”. I stopped doing that. Something about my kidneys not performing as they should. Nothing to be alarmed about, but something for me to keep in mind, my doctors said.
Anywho…I mention that lifestyle change first because it’s seemed to have the most impact thus far. Socially, that is. I’ve been to several events lately with an open bar. Temptation everywhere. But I’ve maintained. Pat on the back for me. I will admit–the events have felt a little duller than usual. Okay, so maybe I was/am? an alcoholic. Whatever. An alcoholic who no longer drinks alcohol, thank you very much.
In addition to this, I’m back to exercising regularly, cutting red meat and pork from my diet, eating more veggies and fruits and less of everything else, drinking lots of water, and most importantly…SLEEPING. No more energy drinks for me. I’ve finally realized I’m not Super Woman. Or perhaps I’m just the thirty-nine year old version of her–someone who needs more sleep in order to save the world. When my body says it’s time to rest, I rest. I don’t keep pushing it to get one last chapter written or to fold one more load of laundry or to respond back to each email I received that day. I go to sleep. And if I’m tired the next day, I will lie down and nap. No more trying to squeeze another work hour in a jam-packed day. I’ll get to it when I get to it.
Of course, this means I don’t get every single sticking thing done I want to do, but I wasn’t able to accomplish that anyway. There was always something else that needed to be done. Only now, I’ll live to see the next day. Theoretically. So there. As this rate, I may be able to slow down all the damage I’ve done to my heart and kidneys. I haven’t had any blood pressure issues or heart palpitations lately, which means I’m on the right track.
In other words, please be patient with me as I take my time responding back to your Twitter message or when I delay making a blog post that only two people read anyway…if I’m lucky. Be patient with me as I slack off updating my Facebook page, especially since they have tinkered with the algorithms and allowed only a small percentage of folks to see my posts, in an effort to get me to buy promotions…that only a handful more people will see and respond to. Allow me more time to provide the most current info on my website. Likewise, I’ll need more time to write my next few books…that I’ll mostly have to make available for free downloads just to garner a respectable amount of visibility and interest.
Since publishing my first book in 2011, I have been doing an awful job of balancing being a wife, mother, attorney, and author. Why? Well, those are oversimplified titles, for one. Wife also means business partner. Mother also means educator and disciplinarian. Attorney is synonymous with adviser and counselor. And author…hahaha. If only it meant writing and publishing books. Noooo. That includes marketing and promoting my books in a world where they are one in ten million, no one respects self-promotion, and indie authors catch the brunt of all literary stigma. In another post, I will tell you what being an author of color and writing multicultural books mean. That opens up a whole new world of angst that you’re not ready to know about yet. *sigh* Long story short–I’m tired.
My most recent self-assessment confirmed I was doing too much with minimal return. Things had to change. In doing the cost/benefit analysis of my goals, duties and responsibilities, I had to re-prioritize, and some things are just going to have to take a backseat to others. I’m sure the world won’t notice the difference. But hopefully, my overall health will maintain some vitality and my family will appreciate my efforts in sticking around to be with them.
Thank you for your understanding. ❤