Self-care is a big buzzword in social work land. (For those of you just kinda tuning in, I’m a runner, a Zumba instructor, a blogger, and a social worker, all usually within the same week). Anyhoo, like I was saying, self-care is a big word in social work land, mainly because burnout in social work is really prevalent. We work really really hard with very little pay, all because we love people, and we love to serve people. If HIPAA wasn’t a thing, I’d talk to you all day and all night about my clients, and how phenomenal they are, but I guess I have to respect their right to privacy, right?
But it’s hard. There were two weeks last month that I truly thought I wasn’t cut out for the work, after some clients were especially horrible to me, that after viewing the puffy stress eyes, that I was ready to quit the job, and blog full time. But here I am, and I’m starting to recognize that self-care is really important, and not just something that we should be joking about in the office.
- Going for my runs. And I make sure I do it 5-6 times a week, but sometimes, I don’t bathe myself in the runs like I should. I shouldn’t be thinking about notes, about deadlines, about my to-do list. I need to do my runs, and be present for the runs.
- Not mindlessly scrolling through my phone. I’ve found myself, before bed, mindlessly scrolling through my phone before bed. I don’t need to do that. I need to actually sleep when I’m in bed.
- Throwing myself into the things I enjoy. I enjoy teaching, dancing, planning my wedding, reading, blogging, running, going to yoga, and I need to quit doing that thing where I divide my mind time. If I’m running, I need to be present. If I’m teaching, my mind is only there. If I’m planning, my mind is all on me and what my future husband are doing. Blogging? I’m all yours.
- Recognizing when I’m tired. There’s a difference between sleep and tired. And sometimes I have troubles recognizing when I’m exhausted, tired, and when I just need to slow things down. This weekend, when I opened my eyes on Sunday morning on Fripp, I was so happy, so in love with life, so in love with the beach, and I recognized that not only did I sleep like a rock, that I am tired.
- Booking a room for myself at the Westin in Georgetown to run the Rock ‘n’ Roll USA Half Marathon. I’m checking into a hotel in a beautiful part of DC, and I will be ghost, snuggling in a king-sized bed by myself, taking a bath, reading a book, and thinking about why my life is so beautiful!
What are you doing to care for yourself, beautiful readers?