Self Care
‘I haven’t had my hair cut since Christina was here!’ I said to the stylist at the hair salon, who has taken over the clients of the lady that moved away. ‘Oh, so not since October! No wonder your hair is so long now.’ I didn’t bother correcting her that it was actually August, the appointment I had in October I ended up canceling due to a conflict with the kid’s hockey. And then the stylist that I had been dealing with left.
It’s hard to know when to book a hair appointment when every weekend is filled with hockey games from September through March, and into April. So it just didn’t work out. And then I was really feeling like my long hair was not feeling very nice. Split ends and just getting frazzled. With Jordan’s graduation next month, I just decided I had to do it!
I also bumped into my previous hair stylist who had retired and moved (to a town not too far), which is when I found my current salon. So it was weird timing to see her and to get my hair cut with someone new at the salon within a day of each other.
Owen also on the spur of the moment on Saturday morning, asked me to trim his hair. So it was a bizarre ‘hair-care centred’ weekend! I guess the self- care theme was in full force.
When there is time for self care like that, it is lovely. I am not the type that is frequently out getting my hair done (as evidenced here) and nails is something I never do either. I can’t seem to keep them looking nice without the nail polish chipping off. Even though the idea of these types of activities sounds relaxing, I’m ok with it just not being my lifestyle. I do get massages covered through my work, so that’s my indulgence. I go this weekend after months of not going – same reason as making other appointments work – the hockey schedule.
I also absolutely feel that art and creating, as well as napping 😅 are also my forms of self care. So I can function and am satisfied if I can have my creating time, and my nap and relax time. The appointments are less important. Still nice when they occur, but certainly less important.
Sending Love,
Devon
