Take Care

I always feel better after I’ve washed my hair. No, it isn’t a cure for any real heartache, but I promise, it makes a difference. Something about the rich, fruity scent and the softness. The ritual of soapy hands and warm water to wash it all away. All of this paired with the thought that I have done something that I know is good for me. 

One of my university lecturers once said that “self-care is not just a bubble-bath”. I think the “just” is really important here…

You see, I’ve been doing the dirty work. When I’m struggling, I run, journal, get therapy and always take my medicine and all of this is incredibly beneficial; but in addition to this, a bubble-bath can be nice.

Sometimes, self-care is gritty and disgusting; talking through your darkest moments and sobbing until your nose bleeds. It can take courage and resilience and a whole lot of self-reflection. But sometimes self-care is sweet and kind, like letting yourself spend an excessive amount on ice cream after another hard day at work. There are some issues that can only be solved by a trip to Spooon with my big brother at 8pm on a school night.

I like to think of it as babysitting my younger self. I still get anxious in grocery stores, but now I can buy myself the half-price face masks in the cosmetics section. And besides, not all problems can be solved overnight, but I’d prefer to be sad watching Bridget Jones Diary with a $3 Garnier face mask on than staring at the ceiling. 

I guess what I’m getting at is that self-care is holistic, and it’s important not to forget to take care of yourself when you're on this self-improvement grind. Discipline is great, but kindness is greater. 

Light the candles. Eat dessert. Wash your hair. Take care of yourself.

xx Rose