Once upon a time I yammered about the importance of first aid kits.
I was kindasorta a new mom and as a result BLANKETED the domicile (and car) with tiny kits crammed with ‘saving’ devices.
Bandages. Medicine. Tweezers. Ointments. Ice pack thingies. Heat packs. Surgical tape.
You name the medical crap & I had it jammed into a huge Ziplock and at the ready.
And then the Tornado left me for the Garten of the Kinder.
I found myself flying solo after years with a perpetual sidekick & realized I’d forgotten to create the most important kit of all: my personal first aid kit.
of course Im crazy enough to fret Im going to fall, break a hip & since I work from home there will be no one around to call 911 I probably still could benefit from the other ‘kits— more than ever I needed an emotional first aid kit.
You see, without my noticing the Tornado had become my walking talking Personal First Aid device.
If I felt sad I merely needed a glance over at this to perk me right up:
If I felt “less than’ or unsuccessful in my world of work this always slammed everything back into proper perspective:
Short of driving to school & stealing her away each time I feel the frazzle (something which sounded initially like a viable option) I decided my best option was to revisit/recreate my Personal First Aid kit.
AKA Self-Preservation in a COWBOY hat.
What are a some items you reflexively know you’d place in your Personal First Aid Kit?
What self-love/self-care container would you plop the whole thing into?
lie to menormalize my addiction and tell me your P.F.A. Kit would contain beef jerky too?
**It bears stating A Million Miles in a Thousand Years would be in my personal first aid kit were it not something I read and refer to every.single.day.