A few weeks ago I made my first trip to Illinois. We spent a couple of days in Chicago, but the real purpose of the trip was to attend my husband’s grandmother’s memorial in Putnum, Illinois. His maternal side of the family comes from a long line of corn and soy bean farmers – I’m talking hundreds of years. We drove around to see the farmland, and acre after acre was owned by someone in the family.
Sometimes it’s nice to take a break from the ordinary and see how another side lives. We spent two days roaming corn fields, eating BBQ in the backyard of farm estates, and star gazing through telescopes (we saw Saturn’s rings!). It was a much needed reminder to slow down.
If you remember, my one little word for 2017 is slow. And I’ve been doing almost everything but slowing down. As I work a full time job, as I make it to auditions, as I grow this space and my connection to the LA community, my tank is feeling depleted. We have five weddings to go to and a heap of other travel commitments; my calendar is a zoo, and when I say, “I have to check my schedule”, I really have to check my schedule.
Amongst the chaos, I’ve let taking care of myself fall to the wayside. Exercise and eating healthy has not been a huge priority, and it is skyrocketing my anxiety. It has made my mind a mess and my body feel weak, sluggish, and all around not great.
So today, I’m recommitting myself to slowing down. To paying attention to how I treat my body and in turn treat my mental health. To sometimes saying no to those things that don’t align with my ambitions and sometimes saying yes to those things that simply give me joy. If I can’t take care of myself first, well, I can’t take care of anything.
Whitney’s grandmother, Phyllis. She was Valedictorian of her high school class of less than 9 people and lived over 9 decades. She had 6 children, traveled the world doing good, and passed away last June. The memorial was planned for this summer when the farmers would be in town to celebrate her life.