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- Defining Success
Maybe it was because an awful lot of family members died before I’d even graduated from college.
Or maybe I believed my anxiety was really some sort of sixth sense.
But I always suspected I would die young.
So when my doctor asked me to schedule a follow-up in person right away, I knew my test results must have been fairly serious. I felt both scared and vindicated.
Prior to that appointment, I would have rated my health as outstanding. I rarely get colds, I’m moderately active (thanks to not having a car), and I sleep and eat pretty well. There were no obvious signs that my health was suffering.
So what was I doing at the doctor’s office in the first place?
I had just interviewed a rising star in the field of bioengineering for my book on overachievers. Over the course of that interview, he told me some pretty shocking things.
He admitted he hadn’t been to the dentist in six years. And although he’d been quite the athlete in school, he hadn’t been to the gym in years either. Instead, he found himself in the emergency room for extreme exhaustion and anxiety.
Then came the real jaw-dropper: he’d scheduled our interview for the day after his wedding.
It would have been easy to judge his actions and think, “Whoa. That’s intense. And nuts.” But instead, I chose to do something far more productive.
I asked myself if my own level of self-care was where it should be.
And of course it wasn’t. Yours probably isn’t either.
So why is self-care so hard to commit to? It turns out the follow-up with my doctor provided some interesting answers.