I’ve been on mandatory leave from work since Monday, and my anxiety about it ending soon is starting to emerge. By Monday, I would be back on my work desk, doing routinary work yet again. For now, I shall bask in the amazing feeling of waking up without having to hurry and beat the weekday traffic. I refuse to mess up my body clock, though, or it would be hell come Monday. My alarm still rings VERY EARLY in the morning. It’s just that I don’t have to get out of bed when it does.
Like I said in my last blog post, I’m learning the difficult task of self love. Might be easy for some (or most), but it’s a little more difficult for me. But I am trying! I’m also taking advantage of my vacation time to discover new things around me, and new things about myself.
I find quiet coffee shops very relaxing. And I get to think more in such places, than noisy, overcrowded ones that sell overpriced coffee. It’s a plus if there’s wifi and gadget outlets, which is probably more important than the actual coffee and food. For me, at least.
I do have my own room at home, and there’s very strong wifi connection too, but sometimes you just have to get out of familiar places to get your brain working better. I don’t know. I’m weird like that. Or is it really weird? Maybe someone can relate to this!
Besides, they play jazz music that I’m very into, unlike most people.
Time alone won’t hurt anyone. Time with others won’t either. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve gone the hermit life. I’d rather be alone and on my own than deal with someone else. And the horror of it, if it were more. But I’m learning that there should be a balance and a compromise. Alone time is very important to one’s soul and sanity. Spending time with others is just as important too. It helps keep you in check when the depression kicks in. It’s important that there’s someone else to listen to you rant about things that make you angry, and rave about things that make you happy. It is a balance. Can’t have one without the other. Also, for the simple reason that it lets you know you still have friends and family to lean on during rough and tough times.
Watch something other than your usual genre or topic. I love those pretty home renovation shows (CHIP & JO FOREVER). Those popular, drool-worthy cooking shows. Drag queen reality TV (Shantay, you stay!) Those fictional/fantasy shows that make you cry because direwolves die and a Northern patriarch gets beheaded by some stupid bastard king. ANYWAY. I’ve been watching more documentaries lately. Historical documentaries are my favorite. English and Spanish kings and queens. Real crime investigations, government conspiracies, powerful historical figures, origin stories. They’re all fascinating to me.
I recommend watching Chernobyl in case you haven’t yet. Funny, because I’ve always been fascinated by their story, until HBO came out with Chernobyl, which was soooo good. Say Pripyat several times, because it’s going to be your favorite word for the next couple of days. Pripyat. Pripyat. Pripyat.
Take extra time with your nightly skin care and shower routine. Or baths, if you prefer that. It sounds silly and menial, but it works wonders on your mood too, not just your skin. I’ve introduced my mom to the aloe vera face mask. I’ve used up boxes of face mask sheets. I’ve yet to figure out how to get these stupid dark under eye circles, but oh well. Massages once a month, or twice if necessary. Get some mani/pedi on the weekends. I’ve also been searching for a good reflexology place because I have issues with my feet and legs, and I think it goes beyond just massaging them. I want an actual reflexology session because I believe in that, if you must ask.
Any skin product recommendations you can give me? I’d love to try them.
Pray more. Doesn’t matter what your religious beliefs are. I’m Catholic. Religion isn’t something I get into discussions with people because it could turn into arguments. At the end of the day, there are people who do not believe in what you practice and believe in. Let them do their own thing. My only wish is that people who don’t believe in Catholicism also respect our practices. I don’t need to hear whose faith is better and above everyone else’s. There’s only one God. We just have different practices and beliefs, is all.
ANYWAY. Back to my original point haha. I’ve been struggling a lot this year, and prayers help a weary soul very much. There was a point where I’ve forgotten how to really pray. Not just reciting words and opening my mouth to respond during mass. But to really pray. It’s very uplifting and it gives hope to anyone going through difficulties.
All in all, just be kind to yourself. Don’t sweat the small stuff. There is more than one way into the castle. All those quotes that give one hope, you name it. Bottom line is, you’re doing the best you can. You may need someone’s help along the way, but no one else can help you better than yourself. I’m trying to do away with negative words, so the motivation to stay positive is strong. And be kind to yourself. Self pity won’t help. Pulling yourself down won’t help either. Quick flares of anger definitely won’t help anyone, though I am very guilty of this. Another thing to work on very soon.
Let me know how you’re doing. I’m an email or message away. I’ve got your back too.
P.S., here have some coffee shop photo things
Currently reading Carina Santos’ latest blog post from nothingspaces.
I’ve had Coffee Project’s Continental Breakfast twice this week and I wanted to try something else today. Sadly, the answer is no. Why did I even think about changing? This sausage and garlic pasta is VERY SWEET and not really sausage-y or garlic-y enough. It’s swimming in oil and I can’t get over how sweet the sauce is. Doesn’t matter if they’re sun-dried tomatoes. Just…no. Never again.
I hate taking selfies. So here’s an eye and a wide forehead for your viewing pleasure.
“Today’s good mood is sponsored by coffee.” You’re welcome.
The suns’s peeking but still refuses to come out. I like the weather, though. It rains hard every hour (or couple of hours), and the wind’s so strong. But it’s bed weather, which means it’s time for food and Netflix.