Self-care

The thing about writing is this, especially if you do it without holding back, the more you do it, the more there is. 

Since I started this practice of writing 200 words for myself daily, the thoughts and ideas have been pouring in. 

It’s not a matter of whether I’ll be able to fill the blank page anymore. It’s about whether I can get everything down in time before it’s all lost. 

Words are slippery things. Ideas are even more so. 

I initially thought that allocating time and headspace out of my day to write something that’s just for me would take away from the work that I do for clients, for business. 

On the contrary, it’s made my brain feel more elastic, stretching itself out to fill the demands of what the workday requires. 

I suppose that’s why they tell you on planes to put the oxygen mask on yourself first, and then only on those in your care. 

In the short term, it might seem selfish. But there’s a long term rationale to it. 

How can you take care of someone if you’re not around to do it? That’s why you need to survive. 

That’s why self-care is vital. 

Surmount

I’m not a morning person. After midnight is when my brain comes alive, even if I was up at 6am that day (only when absolutely necessary). 

When I first started work in media, I ran on three to four hours of sleep per night. Then if I needed to, I’d pay back my sleep debt on Sundays. 

By that I mean I would sleep from Saturday night until Monday morning, waking up only to drink water and pee. (Someone I know calls that “sleep-water therapy”.)

Getting out of bed anytime before 9am has always been a struggle but these days, I manage to force myself out of bed earlier. 

Although I have no fixed working hours, the main “person” I answer to is my calendar, in which I time-block periods of time to do specific work — either for clients or for my own projects. 

“If you wake up earlier, you’ll have more time to do your thing,” I tell myself. It works. 

Even an extra half hour to slowly sip my coffee, to journal, to just sit and let my mind wander, is therapeutic. 

I actively not worry about productivity, or the upcoming tasks of the day. I’ve already blocked off time to do those things — this is my time. 

Somehow, it makes the rest of the day feel more surmountable.