I used to be quite the selfcare advocate. I also practiced what I preached.
There was not a holiday ever left unspent. Coffee breaks? Took them religiously. Lunch time? Solidly placed in my schedule daily at 12 o’clock sharp. Lunch walk with colleagues (for coffee) almost every day. Daily average of 10.000-15.000 steps. I meditated almost every day for half an hour. Importantly, I did not work from home, and only very rarely on weekends if an experiment required some love and care. Fair enough, I may have worked the occasional extra hour. I started an hour or so earlier than most of my colleagues, and left half an hour later – and as I always told myself – that gave me a competitive edge. And as long as I enjoyed it, it was alright.
At the moment, I feel like the complete antithesis to my past self.
No holidays. No coffee breaks (espresso and GO). Lunchtime I bring my son to bed*. Eat whenever possible. I hardly walk. Meditation? Difficult now*. I worked every weekend solid for the past five months. Covid-19 forces me to work from home.
If I treated others the way I treat myself, people would hate me.
*I try to meditate when I bring my son to bed after his lunch. Even if just for ten minutes. I lay down besides him and focus on my breath for a short while. It keeps me sane. My Headspace app, which has guided me for years, has not been used for weeks…