Some seasons arrive like storms.
Not the kind you can prepare for — but the kind that catches you mid-breath, rearranges everything you thought was settled, and leaves you standing in the middle of your own life wondering how you got here.
I found myself in one of those seasons recently.
And in the middle of it, something unexpected happened: I finally started taking care of myself.
The woman I had been forgetting.
For a long time, I had been so focused on being responsible — saving, planning, securing the future — that I completely lost sight of the woman living in the present. I was so busy preparing for tomorrow that I forgot to tend to today. My physical health. My appearance. The simple, dignified pleasure of feeling well in my own skin.
I told myself that spending on myself was indulgent. That it could wait. That there were more important things.
But here is what I’ve come to understand: neglecting yourself is not discipline. It is just a quieter form of self-abandonment.
When I finally gave myself permission to pause — to pamper, to restore, to invest in my own wellbeing — I didn’t feel guilt. I felt relief. And beneath the relief, something that had been dormant for a long time: I matter too.
I have no regrets about that. Not one.
What the Lord gently corrected in me.
As I sat with all of this, God brought a verse to my heart that stopped me in my tracks:
“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.” (Philippians 4:6)
I had been gripping the future so tightly — anxious about finances, anxious about security, anxious about what might go wrong — that I had forgotten to live with thanksgiving in the present. The Lord wasn’t calling me to be reckless. He was calling me to release the white-knuckled grip of anxiety and trust that He holds my future, so that I could actually show up for today.
That was the correction I needed. Not stop taking care of yourself — but stop being so afraid of the present that you forget to inhabit it.
When the body leads the way.
I started that morning with yoga, something I have been slowly building into my days. I wasn’t graceful or confident. But I moved — gently, intentionally — and something in me began to settle.
The voice of my yoga teacher Mirriam stayed with me: stay grounded, stay present. On a day when my mind was pulling me in every direction, those words were an anchor. Movement has a way of interrupting the spiral and pulling you back into the quiet truth that you are still here, and you are still okay.
That small act of showing up for myself planted something in me — a flicker of determination. Anxiety might linger, but it doesn’t have to have the final say.
The reframe that changed everything.
True financial wisdom, I’m learning, isn’t just about saving for the future. It’s about stewarding the present well too — and that includes your health, your body, your sense of dignity and joy. A life lived entirely in preparation for tomorrow, at the expense of today, is not a life fully lived.
I am learning to hold both: to be responsible and to be present. To plan wisely and to live generously — especially toward myself. To trust God with what lies ahead, so I can actually be here for what is right in front of me.
That feels like freedom.
If any of this resonates with you:
Have you been so focused on the future that you’ve been neglecting yourself today? Your physical health, your appearance, your joy — these are not luxuries. They are part of honoring the life God gave you.
You don’t have to choose between responsibility and self-care. You are allowed to have both.
Release the anxiety about tomorrow into God’s hands, just as Philippians 4:6 invites us to do. And then turn toward today — with gratitude, with presence, and with the quiet, revolutionary act of deciding that you are worth taking care of right now.
Not someday. Now.
Have you ever realized you’d been neglecting yourself in the name of responsibility? I’d love to hear your story in the comments. 🤍
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