Once upon a time I yammered about the importance of first aid kits.
I was kindasorta a new mom and as a result BLANKETED the domicile (and car) with tiny kits crammed with ‘saving’ devices.
Bandages. Medicine. Tweezers. Ointments. Ice pack thingies. Heat packs. Surgical tape.
You name the medical crap & I had it jammed into a huge Ziplock and at the ready.
And then the Tornado left me for the Garten of the Kinder.
I found myself flying solo after years with a perpetual sidekick & realized I’d forgotten to create the most important kit of all: my personal first aid kit.
While of course Im crazy enough to fret Im going to fall, break a hip & since I work from home there will be no one around to call 911 I probably still could benefit from the other ‘kits— more than ever I needed an emotional first aid kit.
You see, without my noticing the Tornado had become my walking talking Personal First Aid device.
If I felt sad I merely needed a glance over at this to perk me right up:
If I felt “less than’ or unsuccessful in my world of work this always slammed everything back into proper perspective:
Short of driving to school & stealing her away each time I feel the frazzle (something which sounded initially like a viable option) I decided my best option was to revisit/recreate my Personal First Aid kit.
AKA Self-Preservation in a COWBOY hat.
What are a some items you reflexively know you’d place in your Personal First Aid Kit?
What self-love/self-care container would you plop the whole thing into?
Wanna lie to me normalize my addiction and tell me your P.F.A. Kit would contain beef jerky too?
Wanna know what NoMoreBacon would put in HIS P.F.A. Kit? Ive dragged him along for the ride…
**It bears stating A Million Miles in a Thousand Years would be in my personal first aid kit were it not something I read and refer to every.single.day.
Tags: self-care
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