Talk to me…

It’s been 16 months since diagnosis and I think it’s probably a good idea to write a note to myself.  It’s long overdue.  This is a note to myself, but not the current me.  It’s a note to my old self before the big C entered the picture.  It is unfortunate that it took a monster like cancer to wake me the hell up.  I hope that by sharing this very personal letter on my blog in such a public place will inspire at least one person to make a change, whether a tiny one or a huge one and a bunch of medium sized ones.  On second thought, maybe a change isn’t needed, but just a re-energized appreciation for life. 

Dear me,

It is okay to love yourself more than just a little bit.

You don’t always have to say yes to everything, because people will understand.

You don’t have to eat on the run, even though your cooking sucks, just keep trying.

You are a hard worker so you don’t have to work 12 to 14 hour days 6 or 7 days a week to prove it to yourself.

It’s okay not to spend an hour on your hair to make yourself feel better, your hair does not define your mood for the day, besides you get more compliments when you just spend seconds in the mirror… lip gloss and a bandana over your crazy curly hair will suffice.

If you stop eating crappy food and make time for even a little bit of exercise every day, you will feel better.

You will survive quite nicely without diet pop.  Just do it and take my word for it because the other you choked on a sip of it yesterday when you picked up the wrong glass in the dark and spit it out. 

You look much better without a double chin.  Make changes now and quit doing everything the hard way, 3 abdominal surgeries and a terminal diagnosis is not the ideal way to shed 55 pounds.

Make time for yourself.   If you don’t take care of you first, you can’t take care of anyone else.

Learn to embrace your stretch marks, your scars, your dimples, your wrinkles, your grey hairs and all of your other insecurities, because honestly no one cares about them. 

Your house doesn’t have to be spotless all the time, tidy yes, but enjoy your space and live in it, stop being a slave to it.  

Stop putting things off until tomorrow.

Whatever you choose to be the most important will be the most important.  Decide what is actually important.  Folding a load of laundry or laying on the floor snuggling with your dog?  The laundry will wait.  Take your nephew to a movie or cut the grass?  The grass can wait.

Plan for the future, but don’t forget about today.

Write a note to yourself more often.

Love always,   me.

Now with all that great advice for my old self, how long will it take to write a note to my new self and will the messages be any different or will they be the exact same?