There is something deeply refreshing about pausing to breathe. This may be because I don’t do it nearly enough. Work, school, sorting through belongings to prepare for a move, trying to be a good wife (daughter, sister, friend) and other wonderful things can crowd in and slowly deflate me.
About a month ago I asked friends (mostly ministers) on twitter how they practice Sabbath and self care. A few laughed at me. Others said they recognize the need, but admitted they haven’t quite figured out how to fit self care in. Still others gave me a variety of responses from massage therapy (my favorite — I’m trying to figure out how to accomplish THAT one!) to reading to exercise to just. being.
I wondered what I’ve been doing… turns out it is mostly watching TV shows on netflix with my husband. We made it through the entire series of Scrubs this semester (finished last night). I admit that I often feel guilty about that. And perhaps it is a bit overboard. But I think I needed it — needed something — to breathe. Watching goofy actors face crazy obstacles in a field that is totally different (yet somehow very similar) to my own allowed me to back up and realize that I often take myself too seriously. In reality, my adventures as the one woman in a cohort of guys would make very funny TV.
I also take baths. The more bubbles, the better. Sometimes a book accompanies me — although during busy times, it is often a book for class, which probably does not count as Sabbath.
What do you do for self care? for Sabbath? Do you think it is important?