I got a shitty work email this weekend. While I’m still trying to process it and, more importantly, trying to figure our what action I want to take in response, there’s no doubt it has made me feel like crap. I spent the past 24 hours wavering between anger and depression.
Under such circumstances, I would likely wallow in my misery and “hide,” i.e., avoid friends and major social activities for a day or so. And I certainly WOULDN’T view such a crappy time as an opportunity for beauty treatments. After all, they are a luxury, in other words, a treat for a job well done, no?
Well, this time around I went in the opposite direction. After spending the morning doing my typical mommy duties of Costco and Target runs, and tending to the kids, I sought out the comfort and healing that beauty treatments provides. I went to the gym and then headed out for my last of the season pedicure. I followed this with a long bath.
Why a different attitude this time?
After years of analyzing and writing about the healing effects of beauty on others, I decided to drink my own medicine. Sure, beauty treatments may make us feel prettier, which in turn, make us feel better … usually.
But I’m referring to something else. The act of touching and caressing our bodies, plus the physical rituals of cleansing, treating and beautifying, calms our spirits. No wonder one of the first signs of deep depression is the lack of desire to care for one’s body and appearance. By tending to our bodies we are showing self-love. Without that sense of love and self-admiration, there’s no way we can conquer the ugly stuff that can get in the way of our happiness and success.
As I write this, I’ve just emerged from the bath and waiting for my self-tanner to dry. While I can’t say I’m totally healed, I certainly am starting to feel better. But I can imagine, after my blow-dry and a few swipes of the hair iron, I’ll be ready to meet tomorrow’s challenges 🙂