If you can’t remember the last time you took a day off, chances are it’s time to schedule one. Such was the case on Friday, when I enjoyed a much-needed respite from work. Admittedly, I did log in once (okay, maybe twice), just to check that things weren’t falling apart at work in my absence (newsflash—they never really do), and I spent the day reading, writing, getting a lilac colored manicure, and meeting up with the girls in Hoboken for sushi. Since it was a Friday night and we didn’t have work the next day, we weren’t in a rush to get anywhere. We ended up at a store opening for Sephora and in another bar for more drinks until we eventually spilled out into the night rejuvenated and giggly, cheeks red from too much wine, captain and cokes, and Moscow mules.
Side note: I learned the next morning this was a lethal combo, but I digress.
I spent the rest of the weekend thinking about how we can (and should) recharge our batteries and refuel our lives; the no-prescription-required ways that we can take care of ourselves—from spending time alone with a book to putting on our dancing shoes for an evening at the club. Free of guilt, responsibility, and work obligations.
Guilt and anxiety are another lethal combination as I’ve learned. I have spent the past few years working from home, but I have still not mastered the elusive work-life balance. I’ve said yes to every freelance assignment and sponsored blog post that has come my way and have taken on as many responsibilities at work as possible. I feel so very lucky that I am able to do what I love and that I have the freedom to work in this kind of setting, but it can be challenging to say no. To unplug. To choose a day off. Regardless, I learned that healing is a process and one we should never neglect.
When was the last time you put yourself first?