It's That Time Again
It's quickly
approaching that time of the semester where you do not have the luxury of just
taking an "off" day for mental health and self-care. Who am I kidding, we're already at that point
of the semester-- and I am just in denial.
Spending day-in,
day-out with other law students is grating on the nerves and energy, especially
when finals are dauntingly close. I
assume from talking to my friends in other graduate and professional programs
that it's a common sentiment. It's a
feeling akin to stir-crazy, but it's not because you haven't left the house.
It's because every second of your time seems to have a task assigned to it, and
if you don't keep up your work you really will suffer from it.
I had a good ol'
heart to heart vent session with a friend via text today, and she told me
something I didn't think I had time to hear: paint your nails.
I know this may seem
kind of silly, but this is my best friend who has suffered through living with
me in college and she knows the types of things that help me find my zen when
stressed. One of those things is hiding away in the bathroom and painting my
nails. There's something therapeutic
about filing, shaping, painting, and creating a tidy and pleasant thing in the
midst of stress. For me there's an added obstacle of hating leaving my house
(introverts represent!), so I like things I can do from home. It gives me the control that I so desperately
need.
I've spent my spare
minutes throughout today thinking up a list of
small "self-care" things.
They're things that I always go to when I need a break from my
responsibilities to re-gather my thoughts and tackle whatever has to be done.