I’ve had a tough auld week. While the weekend just passed was enjoyed immensely at End of the Road, something happened on Sunday which threw me off kilter, and made me realise I should be looking after myself a bit more.
I won’t go into too much detail here, save to say it was a combination of very little sleep, a weekend of drinking and some new meds which I’ve yet to get used to, all of which completely took it out of me. It threw into sharp contrast the fact that you need to carve out time to look after number one; for all the initial poo-pooing I did of the “self care” movement (to be honest I thought it was an excuse to just buy scented candles and bath bombs), I have settled myself in this weekend for a few days of complete self indulgence.
It’s incredibly easy to get bogged down in a routine of work, convenience food and guilt-tripping yourself about all those blog posts which have yet to be written. I have a list as long as my arm of draft posts which I just haven’t got around to turning out yet, simply because I haven’t got enough time or I’m collapsing with exhaustion at the end of the day. The list gets longer, my guilt grows stronger, and the more tired I become. (If I owe you a post, believe me, I am truly truly sorry – I will get around to it one day).
I’m slowly learning that it’s good to say no to things from time to time. It’s better to have one thing to apply yourself to to than stretching yourself too thinly and churning out things that you’re not proud of. Lyzi wrote this brilliant post about falling out of love with blogging, and I need to have a bit of recharge time because I can feel the same thing happening to me.
I’m planning a bit of a bigger break in a few weeks, maybe for the whole of October, just to soak up my favourite month and kick my way through some crunchy leaves. Until then, I think a weekend of hibernation should do just fine.
Photo by Lauren Jayne Hall.