My Full-time Job

Managing my health is nearly a full-time job lately . I don’t take it lightly， especially I have a mind that is a very dangerous neighbourhood . Left unattended，it will fester， rot， and roll me over the brink into panic ，anxiety and depression . 
I have a particularly muscular storytelling instinct ... and the world has rewarded me generously for that ! Yet the dark side of my gift is that my mind is also capable of generating terrible，frightening，life-annihilating stories about myself and about the world . I can scare the living shit out of myself，and in the process  ~  destroy my life ....

The battle begins quite literally the moment I wake up in the morning . With the first moment of consciousness， the insanity begins . The terrorist who lives inside my mind begins bullying and threatening me ... But THANKFULLY I’ve adapted practices to keep my mind flourishing and my life contented over the years  .

The first thing I do most mornings is Pilates  . Then I write myself a note from Love. I also try to reach out to somebody every day with a message of Love ... Yup ，I find practising generosity actually ends up helping myself   . 

Managing my mental health is an all-day job. That’s why I go to bed early， so I wake up early， and begin tending to my overall health !

It’s a lot .... But nothing matters more .