Asking for Help
I don't do New Years resolutions. Too much hype and let down, but I do like an occasional 30-day challenge. The one that I've prescribed myself for January is probably one of the hardest I've done so far-- brush my teeth before going to bed.
Before you start asking me how many cavities I have or how yellow my teeth are, let me assure you that I do brush my teeth every morning and most evenings. After a night of debaucherous drinking, though, I have been known to fall asleep in my clothes, sometimes with shoes on, so on those evenings the toothbrush gets neglected. Then there are those days when I pull an all-nighter and don't see the toothbrush until sunrise. Or there are those nights when I unexpectedly stay at a friend's place and don't have a toothbrush handy... Or sometimes, I'm just so fucking wiped out from a long day of work, that I pass out on the couch before I can say potato. And of course there are the occasions when I fall asleep reading with the lights on and wake up at 3AM to realize the lights are still on and muster up the willpower to brush my teeth in the middle of the night. Chicken or egg, depression seems to lurk right around the corner in these instances, like it has been for the last few weeks, and self-care and good sleep hygiene go out the window.
Since most accomplishments require proper support I have called on my dear friend Aster, aka the Disaster, to text me a reminder every night until the end of January to keep me accountable. If there's one person who can keep me straight, it's Aster, even if she's a Disaster (her DJ alias).
Tonight will be #5. Holding my breath...