a wholesome self-care day
I love being home alone. I remember as a child I spent a lot of time by myself. As I get older, spending time alone, ideally at home, is my favourite kind of self-care. George is out all day for a bachelor’s party. And I’m delighted to have the whole apartment to myself. It’s been raining all day and just overnight the temperature dropped by ten degrees. I’m secretly glad it’s miserable and rainy. Too much sun recently has tired me out. I craved for a chilly day to snuggle up inside.
Before George left, he made me coffee and breakfast. I’m always looking forward to the weekend because it means I can sip on hot coffee in bed. George and I made a deal — I get up early every week day to make coffee, while George does the weekend. I personally think it’s a good deal for me. I wake up early during the week for work anyway, so being able to sleep in and have coffee in bed on the weekend is a treat. Sometimes at the end of a long bad week, just the thought of a hot coffee in bed when I wake up tomorrow makes me smile.
After slowly waking up with coffee, I get into the shower. I’m usually a night shower kind of person. But every now and then, especially on the weekend, jumping into a hot shower in the morning feels like the best thing ever. I want to do a hair mask today. I have come a long way in my relationship with my natural curls. Growing up, mum used to take me to the hairdresser to get my curls pulled and straightened out. No one knew how to properly care for my hair so they damaged the heck out of it to tame it. I also wished I looked like everyone else with shiny straight hair. Life as a teenager and young adult seems to have acted like sandpaper on myself. I wanted to be smoother and blended it. I’m truly glad that I’ve come to embrace my hair for what it is, and learn to care for it the right way.
The apartment is a bit of a mess. And I’m very behind my plant care. I have pretty much been putting off the plant care this whole summer. Thinking about it has stressed me out a bit lately. I have a tendency to run away from overwhelming tasks, which is also stupid because avoiding them only gives me more stress. So today I decide to tackle the long overdue plant care. The thing about plant care is that the moment you stop, your plants will not thrive or worse they will suffer. Lots of my plants have pests and are struggling a bit. After a long time, I almost forget how therapeutic plant care is. It’s the whole reason why I’ve become so into it. Taking the time to care for each and every one of my plants and showering them with my full attention and love leave me exhausted but fulfilled. Plant therapy is a real thing.
I love how slow today feels. After a whole day spent cleaning up and caring for plants, I light a candle, cook some noodles, and put on a cheesy love story movie on the TV. I really couldn’t picture a more perfect way to end today. It’s a wholesome self-care kind of day.
