Today, I started with quiet, being present with myself.
It served my inner self.
I stopped by “the office” and visited with my cousin briefly.
It served my social self.
I practiced yoga, my mat adjacent to my mother’s.
It served my physical and mental self.
I shopped at the grocery and filled our cart with healthy, nutritious and tasty food.
It served my home-maker self.
I ate lunch with cousins, leaving with my heart as full of joy as my belly was of tacos.
It served my emotional self.
I called one of my closest friends and chatted, even just for a brief moment.
It served my communal self.
I began the research on the next sermon I’m to give.
It served my academic self.
I went for a run – even in the wind with the cold burning my lungs and ears,
it served my achiever self.
I shared my kitchen with 3 littles, spilling arborio rice, chopping greens, stirring the risotto.
It served my mother self.
I mixed the ingredients for Christmas cookies, singing carols and enjoying a Holiday Cheer with all the children “helping.”
It served my celebratory self.
I changed diapers, washed dishes, moved toys from one place to another, shuffled papers from one place to another and put away toothbrushes, clothes, pens, a toy chicken, and 4 pairs of pajamas.
It served my productive self.
Today I didn’t sell a single widget, make a single dollar or produce a single good. It was actually quite self-ish. But it was a day filled with beauty and worth. I’m filled with a sense of accomplishment – not just in “meeting all my needs” but in growing a step closer to being, and living as, a whole person. And I think that counts for something.
