My Personal Chef
This is a photo of my personal chef looking a little startled that I was taking his picture. He’s not really my personal chef – well, only on Sundays. That’s when I treat myself to rotisserie chicken and potatoes from the village shop. It always smells too good to resist.
It’s all part of my self-care Sunday. Increasingly so, I’m realising that self-care is not an indulgence or a luxury. It’s a necessary part of getting things done. Self-care tops up our fuel tank so that we are not running on empty.
You may decide you want a weekend away or a spa day. It may be as simple as taking 10 minutes to sit quietly with a cup of tea, going to bed an hour earlier or having a chat with a friend.
When I was caring for my mother, my brother and I would meet up once a week for a pint at the pub. We called it our “hour of sanity”.
What do you do for self-care to keep your sanity?