I had a little treat today, yes just a little one.
I took up a Grazia offer to have a £59 facial for £20. It was all microdermabrasion and stuff, so not a long drawn out affair.
But something funy happens to me when I am told to lie down on a couch and relax, be it a facial like today or an osteopath treatment, I cry.
Great big blobby tears fight their way out of the corners of my eyes; I swear they are so big and blobby you can almost hear them hit the ground.
I guess I need to get better at relaxing.
(Got to say, the facial while not a pretty-pretty-pat-pat affair was extremely effective, I look like I've been on holiday!)
Showing posts with label Me Time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Me Time. Show all posts
Wednesday, 17 June 2009
Monday, 21 July 2008
Project Me
Funny how life gets divided up into phases which, more often than not, are defined by the people we are with.
Right now I'm in an Isobel phase and that probably will continue for sometime, but my shifting role into that of a mother and the accompanying hiatus from work allows me the opportunity to take a look at someone else who is important in my life, someone who, if honest, is normally too busy trying to be what she thinks everyone wants her to be to be herself. Yes, it's ME.
I want to find out what makes my heart sing and if I can bring that joy into my daily life, maybe even earn a living at it. Now the only ambition I've really had was to be on Jackanory, but I guess I'll settle for reading stories to my kid. And as I don't think anyone is going to give me a bookshop anytime soon I've started a new project; Project Me.
To this end I've bought a book called 'Zen and the Art of Making a Living', it seems quite a cool mix of karma and careers advice. But, and it's a big but, it's one of those books that asks questions, you know they want you to stop and fill in the blanks. Now I'm not good at that, I don't have reams of childhood memories from which to plot my future. But I'll give it a go.
Ps. Does it say something about me that I feel I have to have a brand new notebook to start this project? Something other than I used to love the trip to Woolies to stock my pencil case at the start of a new school year - ooh that was a childhood memory!
Right now I'm in an Isobel phase and that probably will continue for sometime, but my shifting role into that of a mother and the accompanying hiatus from work allows me the opportunity to take a look at someone else who is important in my life, someone who, if honest, is normally too busy trying to be what she thinks everyone wants her to be to be herself. Yes, it's ME.
I want to find out what makes my heart sing and if I can bring that joy into my daily life, maybe even earn a living at it. Now the only ambition I've really had was to be on Jackanory, but I guess I'll settle for reading stories to my kid. And as I don't think anyone is going to give me a bookshop anytime soon I've started a new project; Project Me.
To this end I've bought a book called 'Zen and the Art of Making a Living', it seems quite a cool mix of karma and careers advice. But, and it's a big but, it's one of those books that asks questions, you know they want you to stop and fill in the blanks. Now I'm not good at that, I don't have reams of childhood memories from which to plot my future. But I'll give it a go.
Ps. Does it say something about me that I feel I have to have a brand new notebook to start this project? Something other than I used to love the trip to Woolies to stock my pencil case at the start of a new school year - ooh that was a childhood memory!
Thursday, 13 March 2008
All By Myself
Yesterday for the first time in nine months I went out all by myself. If you think about it, for the last nine months Isobel has been my constant companion.
Ok, for most of that we-two-were-one, but nonetheless I was never truely on my own. And I suspect for the comng months Isobel will be with me pretty much all the time, certainly while I'm breastfeeding.
So I only went to Waitrose to do a neccessity shop, but as it's a pretty mindless activity it still left me time to ponder being on my own. Is it something I crave? Not yet.
Ok, for most of that we-two-were-one, but nonetheless I was never truely on my own. And I suspect for the comng months Isobel will be with me pretty much all the time, certainly while I'm breastfeeding.
So I only went to Waitrose to do a neccessity shop, but as it's a pretty mindless activity it still left me time to ponder being on my own. Is it something I crave? Not yet.
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