There was a saying in the Navy when I was in (probably is still floating around) that one must be Semper Gumby, always flexible.
So my fiance has made it to me, along with all his stuff. I’m beyond excited, but another thing that has happened is that my routines are all broken. It was expected, as I no longer live alone with my cats. But the Navy saying has probably never held so true as now: I need to be flexible, because this is a fluid period.
My routines are broken, including my self-care, but I am working on it as I can. Semper Gumby. I got my nails done today. I still drink my coffee religiously every morning. Until things settle, Semper Gumby.
I try to take a few minutes here and there to take care of myself. A little bit of deep breathing, a favorite meal, stretching my body mindfully, an exfoliating shower…
I know I sound very selfish, but if I don’t advocate for myself, the gains I have made in my recovery will be lost. It’s not about being selfish, it’s about taking care of myself to be able to take care of others. I can’t serve from an empty cup, so I have to make sure my cup is full. It’s about not going backwards. It’s about continuing to move forward. And in order to move forward, Semper Gumby. Until we figure out our routines, Semper Gumby.