I’ve mentioned on here before how seriously I take the weekend and that I think the key to mental health is a good weekend. How can you possibly take care of all of your roles if you don’t first take care of yourself?
This weekend started out with a day of work. And so when I finished my duties and headed home I felt this intense urge to make the most of my weekend and go-out-and-see-the-world. I was bitter I had to waste my precious self care time on work (the most dreadful thing to spend spare time on) and felt panicked that I had significantly less self care time to go play. When I got home I sat down to eat a snack before heading to the beach. And then you know what happened?