As a freshman in high school, I was required to take a health class for a quarter before moving on to the practical classes. Our first week of class, we opened the textbook and began to read about what it means to be healthy.
In that class, I learned that there are considered five aspects to being healthy: physical, emotional, mental, social, and spiritual.
As of late, I have been severely slacking in every category.
I came to the realization a few days ago but it really hit me yesterday. I had just left my therapy session and was sitting in the parking lot texting with Red for awhile. While waiting for a reply from her, I went through Facebook and saw a post by my cousin regarding something. Remembering his passion for physical fitness and eating right, I messaged him about talking about changing my diet and working on an exercise routine. He approaches it from the best angles, I think, and regularly posts statuses with snippets of information for people who are looking to improve their physical health. (A few years ago, he’d worked as a physical trainer but quit that position because he felt that such information – the information on how to improve one’s body – should be free and he didn’t want to coerce people into paying for the knowledge he had accumulated.)
So, with the therapy and the new, developing changes in my physical routine and diet, I’m covering three of the five spheres I mentioned above: therapy is helping me with my mental and emotional health; exercise with the physical.
But what about the other two?
When I first learned about these different spheres of health, I began keeping a record of how I was doing in each regard. And every time I did, I’d basically ignore the spiritual aspect. “I’m not spiritual”, “My family isn’t Christian,” and similar phrases were my go-tos before proceeding onto the next sphere.
These days, though, things have changed. I’ve become much more spiritual and religious in the last ten years, but I’m still learning much about my beliefs and the like. And I always will, as they will continue to shift and grow as the years pass.
Socially, though, I am stunted. Since moving here to Virginia, I’ve yet to develop a social life. The emergence of my depression and the evolution of my OCD have made me apartment-bound for the last six months, more or less. But I’m hoping to begin turning that around. After the Stanley Cup Finals (since, sadly, the games are on the same day), I’m returning to my writing group on Wednesdays. Tomorrow, though, I will actually be attending an open circle not far for the summer solstice. Even though I am not Wiccan and don’t plan to be, I do look forward to the circle and celebration. It’s been so long since I’ve had any kind of community, even for a day, that I’m excited to see what tomorrow will bring. And, apparently, there is a rather strong community of younger Pagans in the area, so I’m looking forward to meeting people a little closer to my own age, too.
This post is intended to be, for the most part, an update of a kind. On my life, what I’ve been going through; a reference point for future me. And, too, to remind myself and my readers that our spiritual lives need not play second fiddle to the other aspects of our lives. We are, in the end, entwined beings.