So no one told you life was gonna be this way *claps ala F.R.I.E.N.D.S
No, seriously. I was having one of those weeks. It was painful. No matter what I did, I just couldn't shake it off. I was so off my game and I didn't know what was wrong with me. I mean, I knew the week back after a holiday (no matter how short it was), was always going to be relatively painful. Plus all those short weeks we had back in April meant that it's been a while since I've had a full week of working, of being in routine, of doing the same shit everyday.
So while I was somewhat prepared for last to week to kinda suck, I definitely did not anticipate it to feel like that. Work was so busy with new deadlines and a day trip to the other side of country, I started getting sick while in Brisbane and felt the brunt of it on Monday and got progressively worse as the week went by. I was walking around like a zombie in the office and out on the streets as I made my way home. And even though I've declined all events last week so I could just be home and chill out, it still feels like I was running around like a headless chicken. Friday was the longest day I've had in a while and by the end of it, I couldn't wait to go home and have a bit of a cry and hide under covers.
Which brings me to the point of this post. It's not all doom and gloom, not as whiny as it started. But for 24 hours I shut off social media and outside noise, limited my technology time, and did this instead. I had leftover Instax film from my trip (thank you, Undertow Media, for letting me borrow your camera because mine broke and I really wanted to shoot in film) and thought I'd get the creative juices flowing. It's one of the things that always 'fixes' me - imagining, creating, and just playing around with whatever I've got.
I told myself instead of wallowing, I'm going to spend the little energy I had left on things that I actually love. So here it is. My remedy to one those days/weeks/months/years. Repeat as often as you need, until you feel like you're back on solid ground, until parts of you feel human again.
This is what *usually* works for me
A hot bath/shower, watering my plant babies, putting a face mask on (the glam glow glitter/sparkly one is a fave, lighting some candles, cleaning my brushes/rearranging my vanity, eating comfort food aka big bowls of spaghetti and wine in bed, reading a book, jumping in bed to sleep it off.
Things are better in the morning.
So no one told you life was gonna be this way *claps ala F.R.I.E.N.D.S
No, seriously. I was having one of those weeks. It was painful. No matter what I did, I just couldn't shake it off. I was so off my game and I didn't know what was wrong with me. I mean, I knew the week back after a holiday (no matter how short it was), was always going to be relatively painful. Plus all those short weeks we had back in April meant that it's been a while since I've had a full week of working, of being in routine, of doing the same shit everyday.
So while I was somewhat prepared for last to week to kinda suck, I definitely did not anticipate it to feel like that. Work was so busy with new deadlines and a day trip to the other side of country, I started getting sick while in Brisbane and felt the brunt of it on Monday and got progressively worse as the week went by. I was walking around like a zombie in the office and out on the streets as I made my way home. And even though I've declined all events last week so I could just be home and chill out, it still feels like I was running around like a headless chicken. Friday was the longest day I've had in a while and by the end of it, I couldn't wait to go home and have a bit of a cry and hide under covers.
Which brings me to the point of this post. It's not all doom and gloom, not as whiny as it started. But for 24 hours I shut off social media and outside noise, limited my technology time, and did this instead. I had leftover Instax film from my trip (thank you, Undertow Media, for letting me borrow your camera because mine broke and I really wanted to shoot in film) and thought I'd get the creative juices flowing. It's one of the things that always 'fixes' me - imagining, creating, and just playing around with whatever I've got.
I told myself instead of wallowing, I'm going to spend the little energy I had left on things that I actually love. So here it is. My remedy to one those days/weeks/months/years. Repeat as often as you need, until you feel like you're back on solid ground, until parts of you feel human again.
This is what *usually* works for me
A hot bath/shower, watering my plant babies, putting a face mask on (the glam glow glitter/sparkly one is a fave, lighting some candles, cleaning my brushes/rearranging my vanity, eating comfort food aka big bowls of spaghetti and wine in bed, reading a book, jumping in bed to sleep it off.
Things are better in the morning.
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