DO YOU, BOO!
A few weeks back, I dashed into NorthPark Mall to see about a new and improved loose powder made by Armani, lord of all makeup. I just wanted to zip in, ask about the powder, make a decision to or not to buy it and move on down the road (that leads to Anthropologie, of course). But, not this day. No, before I knew it, a handsome, forty something year young guy appeared before me to answer my question and give my well worn, wind blown, partly sweated off, amateur applied makeup a much needed lift. â€śNo, I donâ€™t have time for thisâ€ť was not an option. This guy was going to get my full attention whether I had time for it or not.
We talked makeup. He told me what beautiful skin I had. To which I replied, â€śI have scarring from acne and tons of redness. How can my skin be beautiful?â€ť With a furrowed brow, he replied, â€śIt is beautiful.â€ť And, when he said it, he said it in a way that you donâ€™t challenge. â€śOk,â€ť I said, â€śThank you for saying that. To be honest, Iâ€™ve always taken care of my skin, but Iâ€™m not super secure with the tone and texture of it.â€ť He stopped applying my makeup for a second, stepped back and said, â€śAre we not looking in the same mirror?â€ť
I instantly felt emotion I wasnâ€™t familiar with rise up inside of me. Totally perplexed by such a compliment, I just sat back, shut down my negative internal dialogue and listened. With a stoke of the powder brush, a little concealer under the eyes and a perfect glossing of my lips, he stepped back to look at me one last time. Then, he moved in closely, looked directly in my eyes and said these words, â€śIf you have five minutes in a day, spend three on yourself. You deserve it. We canâ€™t be our best for others if weâ€™re not taking best care of ourselves.â€ť Tears rushed to my eyes and streamed down my rosy red cheeks. This guy (who, by the way was fresh from painting up Giorgio Armaniâ€™s models that hit the runway at Fashion Week in Paris) didnâ€™t see just another old barn that needed a fresh coat of paint. No, he saw a person, and he spoke directly to my heart.
Practicing self care is something we donâ€™t all put a great deal of effort into until weâ€™re forced to. We donâ€™t calculate calories until our pants donâ€™t fit. We donâ€™t take time to rest until weâ€™re hit with the flu. And, we donâ€™t have any type of dialogue with God until weâ€™re in dire straits, desperate for His attention. If we donâ€™t care for ourselves, who will? We shouldnâ€™t be in do or die (literally) situations that force us to toe up and give ourselves proper self care. Instead, we should take care of ourselves like itâ€™s our job because, actually, it is.
A few years back, in a Suburban loaded with kids and a few leaders, my beloved and cherished friend, Leslie Rortvedt and I drove down I-20 toward Dallas after a phenomenal but exhausting retreat with our churchâ€™s youth. Leslie, whoâ€™s literally touched by God to accomplish what she does for others so selflessly, talked about how she was going to try and reign in â€śoverdoingâ€ť for others and try to care more for herself. In an instant, I said, â€śDo YOU, Boo.â€ť With a giant smile on her face, she repeated those words, and, friends, itâ€™s become her mantra. And, guess what, while she puts her well-being first, sheâ€™s still the very best daughter, sister, wife, mom, professional and friend. In fact, I think sheâ€™s even better (if thatâ€™s even possible this side of heaven).
Friends, every darn day, promise me that youâ€™ll â€śDo YOU, Boo!â€™ Because taking best care of you is more than necessary in your quest to care for your loved ones.
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