You know how sometimes you're in for a break, but you can't bring yourself to do it? And things just keep piling up, over and over again, and it's never the right time, and you swear you'll give yourself an afternoon off over the weekend, except you get sick, or your roommates suddenly take permanent residence in the bathroom, and you just keep on putting it off...
Yeah. You need to stop make excuses, you're making yourself miserable.
(As always, when I say you, I usually mean myself.)
(As you do.)
I'm really surprised at how regularly people draw baths in the UK. All the water that goes in, it just seems so wasteful! That is, of course, until I sit down to calculate how long I used to spend in the shower before I cut my hair. Suddenly, things seem a lot clearer.
Anyway, I'd bought this little Rose bubble bar from Lush at the Briz Blog Meet (read my post on that here) and since then, it has been sitting on my shelf, practically begging me to use it. It sat and sat and sat, until I was sure it would follow the fate of my Lush foot scrub and disintegrate, but luckily for me, it held enough of its shape to be photographed.
I'd like to blame my living arrangements for my inability to have the bath all to myself, but the truth is, I have no-one to blame but myself. I'm one of those people who complains about how long it takes to do X, Y, and Z, but spend hours procrastinating on the Internet, and feeling bad about myself.
So today I was like: Nope. R&R time. I gave my roommie a heads-up (sod's law: As soon as you get settled, someone will desperately need to use the bathroom,) ran myself a hot bath, and settled in with the latest issue of Skin Deep magazine.
And you know what? It felt great.
So what if I didn't do any work? I doubt I would have been more productive if I tried. It was nice to just lie in the hot water, inhaling the lovely scent (roses, what can I say? I have a thing for them) and reading something that isn't mind-numbingly boring. Self-care: I don't get enough of it.
The sad fact of life is, if I rely on other people to drag me away from my studies/self-loathing, I'll never get the kind of relaxation I need, because people assume I'd rather be left alone.
So take your relaxation in your own hands. Don't wait for the burnout to stop.