Day 8 – #NaBloPoMo

This morning my colleague Aleem Manji and I were having a chat on Twitter about my blog posts off late. He was, not really complaining, but saying that he has no time to blog these days, I told him to take half an hour out to post something and he said he’d feel guilty if he did that with all the work he’s got at the moment. That triggered what I would post about today and I even told him that I’ll mention that conversation on here as well.

The thing is, we will make time for our family, for our friends, for work, for the gym but never really for ourselves.

When was the last time you sat down for half an hour and did nothing? And I mean, just sit in a corner, and breathe. Meditate. Or take out half an hour, at any given time in the day to listen to your favourite music, to read a chapter of this book that’s still bookmarked at page 15 of 379? Or even pamper yourself? When was the last time you got a massage? A manicure? Cut your hair? Coloured your hair? Treated yourself to that shirt you’ve been eying at Woolworths every time you pass by the store?

The fact that the word guilt was used is what made me say to myself… Oh no.

That almost sounds like me. Yet, I’m not married, not attached. But been giving all my time to my mum, brother and work. I honestly can’t remember the last time i sat down with a friend for a coffee, lunch or dinner unrelated to the Westgate siege.

I gave myself some ME time last Saturday. And WOW! I actually asked my mum “when was the last time I was home?” I have been home actually. But not like this. That was the 6th week since the siege and for the first time in 6 weeks my mind had shut off from the world.

Do you know how damaging that is?

I have been on overdrive. Overheating like a cars radiator. No I mean seriously. Touch my arm, back, neck… It feels like I’ve just walked out of a sauna.

You actually do start burning out.

Such reasons are why people go on leave. Just to take a break. But the worst part about such breaks are, you start doing things that you don’t get a chance to do when you are working. And you forget that you took leave for you.

As I post this, sitting at my desk at work, I will not count this as half an hour to myself. I haven’t had half an hour to myself.

But when I do get home, I will shut my bedroom door, lie down on my bed, put my headphones on and zone out for half an hour as my body relaxes and revitalizes itself (hopefully I don’t knock out and wake up at 12PM the next day).

Please take out half an hour for yourself every single day. Doesn’t matter what time it is. But do it. For your own good.


I’m taking part in the National Blog Posting Month! I’ve committed to posting something everyday till the 30th of November! Hope you enjoy the absolute random reads and would love feedback too! Feel free to drop a comment at the bottom.

2 thoughts on “Day 8 – #NaBloPoMo

  1. Hmmmm yes we all need to unwind 🙂
    Especially with soft music and healthy food like vegetable or fruit salad or freshly squeezed juice. Very nourishing.

  2. Let’s see. To answer ur question, I spend most of my days “with myself”. Whatever I do involves solitary work especially this semester. I just sit in my room and work whenever I feel like it. Then I stop to blog or write in my diary or go To the gym then get back to work. The perks of grad school. personally consider myself lucky in that cz a lot of my friends want that one hour with themselves away from the kids and the husband and work…funny enough part of the reason y the idea of marriage doesn’t appeal to me is because I would no longer be able to control my time. I guess that’s it “controlling ur time and what u choose to do with ur time” not have others define what u do with ur time

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