Freelancer Self-Care: When to Take a Break
When you dream in SEO and can’t remember to brush your hair all day, it’s time to take a break.
My husband is a wonderfully caring and encouraging guy. He also helps keep me balanced by sending me away when I get that crazed, sleep deprived, computerized stupor going.
The dangers of trying to build a blog and attain stellar writing skills on a daily basis are fairly mild unless you are trying to do everything, all the time (I can hear the refrain from that awesome Eagles hit…”Life in the Fast Lane…”).
When you forget to come up for air, go to bed at a decent hour, do your dishes and laundry, and put away your Christmas snowmen (when it’s almost March), it may be time to fly away somewhere. In my case, my daughter and I needed an escape, and I was desperate for a fresh perspective on why I am on the manic route to blow-your-mind bloggdom.
Here are a few things we noticed as we took time for ourselves.
If ever there was a place that could soothe my soul, it’s Carlsbad, a little beach town north of San Diego. For ten glorious days, I turned off my computer and immersed myself in paradise. There is no better place to get grounded, for me, than the ocean.
I also discovered the Omni Resort and Spa right down the street from my parent’s neighborhood. Man, what a place.
I could sit here and look at these grounds forever. With two majestic fountains, a coffee shop, spa, yoga center, and various shops, a girl could pitch a tent and live right under one of these trees.
Or I could just sleep on one of the dozens of chaise lounges and couches that grace the courtyard area. Do you think they would notice if I’m careful to switch up spots every day or two?
I’ve made the executive decision to appoint this my permanent outdoor office. As the CEO of my own writing empire, and being totally portable, I’m allowed to make such a bold choice. In a couple years (or less) I should be sitting somewhere on these comfy chaise lounges typing away any time the sun is shining.
This is why I needed ten days away in paradise — to be reminded of my goals. Having such lofty intentions requires solid planning. It doesn’t mean belly flopping back into a manic flurry and losing myself and sanity trying to get it all done YESTERDAY. Slow and steady wins the race.
Time with my daughter, parents, and brother refocused my attention on balance and self-care. Once I’m home, maybe I’ll be easier on the eyes of my beloved. I can’t promise anything — but I’ll sure try.
Believe me, he’s a saint and would never say a thing about the scary, disheveled wife he sometimes encounters. It’s only when I glance in the mirror before dinner that I realize what he’s come home to. I’ll tell you, friends, it ain’t pretty.
A little bit of makeup and a lot of fun did wonders for this frenzied writer. That scene from The Shining says it all — when Jack Nicholson’s character sputters, “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” That’s where I was headed.
My daughter and I also had lots of fantastic food — and too much of it. We’re excused from guilt when on vacation. Strawberry yogurt popsicles, dark chocolate-covered walnuts, and evil popcorn threatened to be our undoing.
Back home in Colorado, my quest will be a healthy work/life balance — and trying to recreate the world’s best smoothie bowl. I’ll see you guys on the calmer seas of blogging, sipping my coffee and dreaming of palm trees.