Self Care (contains adult content)

I have become pretty darn good at self care over the years.  I am a veteran social worker and a working mom.  I have an anxiety disorder.  I have tried a lot over the years.  First and foremost, the ‘Conceal don’t feel” method.  Which is super fabulous until you want mushrooms on your cheeseburger and there are none so you cry for 3 solid hours.  Or you stub your toe and the anger explodes out of your mouth in a string of swear words that you didn’t even know you were capable of.

RX Prescription Drugs Pill BottleI openly admit I take medication daily for anxiety.  Because it helps.  Because I lived in a
world without it and it was hell.  Because I am find owning up to a chemical imbalance in my brain that a small pill can balance out and give me a solid foundation on which to deal with all the other stuff thrown at me every day.

And therapy is great too.  I have had a couple horrible therapists 20 years ago, which turned me off from therapy for a while, but I have also, more recently had a couple of amazing ones.  And I recommend it.  Highly.


I write, journal, blog, etc.  I surround myself with positive quotes and affirmations.  I excercise and spend time in nature.  I do yoga.  I take a lunch and breaks at work.  I take days off and vacations.  I sleep at least 8 hours every night and drink lots and lots of water.

I read Brene Brown and Glennon Doyle Melton and Dan Harris and Jen Sincero and more recently started a book on Buddhism.  I watch all the TED talks. And tonight I started a class on meditation.  And it is all great.  And 90 percent of the time I am good.  This summer I might have said 30 percent.


So all this work is really making a difference.  But I recently discovered something new.  And it has changed my life.  I feel light and giddy.  I have optimism and a smile on my face all the time.  This is free and it is easy.  But you may judge me.  So please at least try it before you make horrible assumptions.  But the thing is, I don’t even care, because it has made my life so full of joy.

imagesIt is a pod cast.  It is called…. drumroll please…. “My Dad Wrote a Porno’.  You see, this British guy, Jamie, his dad wrote an erotic novel and it is the single most worst piece of “literature” that has ever been written.  Ever.  And every week he gets together with two of his friends, James and Alice, and he reads a chapter.  And it is so completely horrible, and the comments made by the threesome are some completely hilarious and on point that i cannot even breathe for laughing so hard.  And I will think about something ridiculous from the podcast throughout the day, and I will just feel happy.

Everyone needs this podcast in their life.  It is in no way “erotic” but in every way completely and utterly horrifyingly funny.  So I ask you to give it a chance.  Listen to Jamie come to terms with his father’s new hobby and enjoy the pitiful grammar, the insane “plot” and jump right into the life of Belinda, the new sales manager at Steele Pots and Pans and all that goes with it.


*NOTE: i am sure that this is not for everyone, if you are uncomfortable with incredibly awkward and somewhat disgusting “erotic” scenarios, you may not be able to find the humor in it.  So how ever you can find consistent laughter in your life, like laugh out loud (LOL or ROFL) for at least 30 minutes 2x a day, it will not have the healing effect of the great novel “Belinda Blinks”.




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