February is over, and I’m really not sad to see it go. Though, to be fair, it wasn’t your stereotypical February. It’s been so warm that I haven’t even needed a jacket most days, which is great. However, as a teacher, I can tell you that the sunshine has had my students mentally checked out all month and there are still two weeks until spring break. Couple that with how busy the month has been, and it’s easy for me to wash my hands of February, Leap Day be damned!
Even so, the whole month wasn’t technically a wash. Today I’m linking up with Emily Freeman to talk about what I learned in February.
Journaling and yoga means no nail biting.
I’ve been a nail biter my whole life. One of my first conscious memories is of my dad telling me not to bite my nails. I’m not really sure why I started, but I do know that as an adult, I use it as a way to cope with anxiety. There generally isn’t a day when I don’t feel like I have too many things to do that I’ll never catch up on, and that makes it hard to sit still. So, I tend to fill moments where I am sitting still with activities, like mindlessly scrolling through my phone or biting my nails. Since I’ve made yoga and journaling a priority this year, I haven’t had that issue. It’s like my brain will finally let me relax.
If I want a mani pedi, Mom is probably on that same wavelength, and she will go with me.
This month, Dad flew out to Las Vegas to see family, and the day he left, Mom and I went to go get mani pedis. I mentioned that I really wanted one, and Mom said she was in the same boat, so we just did it. It was glorious. There’s a great shop up in Edmond on Western and 2nd called Celebrity Nails, and it’s a great place to go on Sundays. The staff is friendly and the shop is not only super clean, but very nice and well-ventilated. I can’t recommend it enough. Oh, and if you get a mani pedi, they take $5 off the price of your purchase, thus bringing the grand total for a mani pedi to $35 before tip. That’s a steal!
Protein is king.
Generally speaking, if I’m in a bad mood, it’s either because I’ve had to spend too much time surrounded by people with little to no decompression time, or it’s because my blood sugar is low. The best way to keep my blood sugar up is by eating protein. So, this month I really focused on eating a lot of protein and cutting out unnecessary carbs and sugars that can really make my blood sugar spike. It’s worked well, in that I haven’t murdered anyone in a fit of rage. And an added bonus: I don’t get super hungry hours before the next meal.
You can always cut back on stuff you don’t like.
I hate it when things feel like they rule my day. So, I’ve made an active choice to cut out stuff like that. I’ve taken several apps off my phone lately, and I’ve turned off almost all notifications. At this point, the only time my phone makes a sound is if people on my favorites list call. If you send me a text or a tweet, I won’t hear about immediately. And that’s because I don’t want to be interrupted if I’m working. I don’t know when it got to be okay for people to have 24-7 access to you, but I hate it, and I’m not going to allow it.
In the same vein, I’m being very picky about what I spend my time doing. The ultimate goal every single day is to have time to write and time to sit on the couch with Chris and Rosie. So I’ve cut out any activity that might interfere with that. It’s amazing. Come ot think of it, this may also be a contributing factor as to why I’m not biting my nails.
I can’t tell the difference between February and burn out.
It’s that time in the school year when everyone can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. So I can’t tell if my students are stuck in a February rut, or if they are genuinely burned out. Either way, I think spring break is going to do wonders for everyone, myself included.
Procrastination is the devil’s pajamas.
I know this isn’t a common expression. I tried to make “the devil’s pajamas” happen in college, and I was using it as a way to express something that’s really terrible or gross or draining or just a generally bad idea. Naturally, no one picked up on it. But it crossed my mind again this month as I struggled to finish grading papers that I had put off for a while. And for some reason, it’s the only way my brain can think to describe how it felt to catch up after procrastinating. I’ve always known that procrastination made me feel awful, but I had no idea that it was the devil’s pajamas until this month!