I’ve been in a weeks-long flareup, and it’s been a big drag. But a friend’s humorous approach helped lift my spirits yesterday, and inspired this week’s AWAP* Wednesday video. Here’s what she said:

“Why can’t flareups be when your body is so full of joy, fireworks shoot out of your fingertips?”

You won’t want to miss this week’s video, which includes some homemade props.

Watch today’s video and get inspired:

*AWAP = As Well As Possible

Now it’s your turn:

What does YOUR flareup look like? Post your pics on any social media channel with the hashtags #chronicbabe and #flareup. I can’t wait to see what you create!

Also: Join the conversation in the comments below, and share your experience.

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Until we meet again: Be AWAP! Smooches!

(Rough) Transcript:

I’ve been in a weeks-long flareup. I’ve had off and on bouts of extreme pain, fatigue, dizziness, fibrofog, gastrointestinal symptoms, headaches, and trouble sleeping, among other things. Plus I had an allergic reaction to something and spent a couple weeks dealing with an intense rash. And I’m still flaring up today! To be honest, the last thing I feel like doing is getting in front of a camera, but here I am. Unwashed, without makeup, barely out of PJs, but I’m here.

All this pain and discomfort is doing a number on my mental health, too. For a little while, I’ll be fine… and then I’ll start to feel deeply depressed and unhopeful. The rational part of my mind knows this is temporary and that I’ll feel better again soon, but the little lizard brain part of my mind is all THIS IS NEVER GOING TO STOP ARRRRGGHHHH!

I’m trying to listen to my rational mind, and to touch base with people who will remind me it’s going to be OK. That includes texting with friends. Funny friends, especially.

Humor makes it all OK

Sometimes, a laugh can make it all better. Even for just a moment! But that moment is priceless. Take, for example, a text exchange with one of my pals yesterday.

Me: “My body is so unhappy lately.”

Her: “Why can’t flareups be when your body is so fully of joy, fireworks shoot out of your fingertips?”

Me: “Or suddenly I’m dressed like Jennifer Aniston in the movie Office Space – just enough ‘flare’ and suspenders?”

The image in my head of fireworks shooting out of my fingertips… or walking around in suspenders, covered in flare… made me laugh. And suddenly it felt like everything would be OK.

Sharing makes it all OK

Then I took a screen shot and posted it on my social media channels, and a bunch of you chimed in. “Great job reclaiming the word flareup,” I heard.

And I thought, hell yea! Reclaiming words is so empowering. Take “babe” for example. There was a time when, if someone called me a babe (like: If a construction worker yelled it as I   walked by a site) I would bristle. But the whole ChronicBabe phenomenon is built on reclaiming that word.

So sharing with my social network really made me feel better, because I could see that not only was I laughing, but a bunch of you were, too.

Props make it all OK

So I made a couple props. I’m a crafty nerd, so yes, I had all this stuff in my home. I bet you could some up with props too, if you get creative. Here’s my friend’s version of flareup:


And here’s my version of flareup:


Awesome, right?

Your turn: What’s YOUR flareup look like?

Here’s my challenge to you: Show me your flareup. What does it look like? I know what you look like when you’re really hurting and sad and lonely and miserable — it’s probably pretty close to what I look like lately. But in your creative mind, what’s a flareup look like? Share your images! I encourage you to post YOUR flareup pics on social media with the #chronicbabe and #flareup hashtags so we can all see them. It can be a pic of you, a drawing you make, or anything else. I can’t wait to see what you post!