With both kids off from school and the Ever Lovely Mrs J having a few days here and there, Chez Jones seems to be getting into holiday mode. Lazy mornings, a later than usual bedtime, and occasional trips out for lunch or to stretch the legs.
This is all very nice…. unless you’re the one at work 😉
Tongue-in-cheek grumpiness aside, they all seem to be doing well, which is good.
The trouble with a quiet house on a morning, is I don’t have the same get up and go that I would usually. Indeed, one might say that my get-up-and-go is touch and go at the best of times. It doesn’t take me much to slip into a more – shall we say – relaxed mood around getting up, taking the dog out, and heading into work.
With that in mind, a later start means skipping breakfast so I can get in for 9AM. The thing is, by 11ish, my brain seems to slip into neutral. It’s too early for lunch and I don’t think that eating a chocolate bar will help my waistline. Plus, a sugar rush is only temporary and really, I should just get up a little earlier.
When I found myself hitting the wall last time, I locked my computer and got up to wander around the building (it’s a big site) until my head was clear. I did feel a little guilty at doing this, but at the same time, I wasn’t getting any work done.
With the presenteeism goblin told to jog on, I did my best to enjoy the blue sky, stay out of the direct sun, and enjoy the feel of the breeze. As I did so, I wondered if this is another aspect of self-care, and, if so, if you are not with it, is removing yourself and giving yourself some time to decompress and get yourself together a positive thing? How could it not be?
Perhaps, so it is with being T as well. There are times when the green-eyed dysphoric monster vies for our attention and instead of letting it tell us how bad we look, perhaps a better route would be to do something to distract. A long walk, a hobby, a computer game, or visiting a friend for a chat. Anything to keep the mind busy and not giving the demon ‘brain time’ to torment.
Of course, this isn’t guaranteed to work, but is it not worth a shot? The metaphorical sitting on a quiet bench away from the mind clutter and doing something to help. Maybe even a spot of gratitude daydreaming, perhaps.
For example, the Ever Lovely Mrs J showed me an advert for a make-up club. She said: if we signed up for this, I could have the skincare products and you could get some slap at a knockdown price. Then there was the happy news in that a local business has settled their training bill with Chameleons: that’s certainly propped up the funds.
To me, those little moments are to be kept close and dwelled upon when you need them.