It’s official. I’m a Dietitian!
Uni has finished and the dreaded job search has begun…
I thought that once I finished uni that life would slow down and that I could get off the merry-go-round of long to do lists and rushing to fit everything in. Oh no. As soon as uni finished, I immediately accepted a four week contract at Deakin, doing some research work. And I was writing blog posts. And I was applying for dietetic jobs. And I was looking for some part time work.
You see, I had a part time job at a local café, but quiet times meant I was let go. I had had and extended break from that job, while I was on clinical placement. I definitely could not have worked weekends and kept up with placement so it was a good decision. However, during that time it had gotten very quiet and (rightly so) my managers had to give shifts to the people who were actually working there. No hard feelings, but it definitely was a blow to finish uni without any paid work to go to. So I gladly accepted a four week position. but I knew that time would pass very quickly so I was keen to line up some other work. This meant that I was applying for jobs and writing blog posts in the evenings and for the first little while this worked okay.
But then. Two weeks in and I fell flat on my face. I was exhausted. I’d finished uni but was just as (if not more!) busy. Which sucked.
So I did something about it.
I finished up at Deakin and blocked out the whole of last week and went to my favourite place. The beach.
I logged out of all my social media accounts. I started all my Monday emails with “I’m away for the whole week…” to gently announce that I would be slow in replying to email. I packed up a pile of books and gleefully drove down the coast.
And let me tell you, it was exactly what I needed to do. I had a fantastic time.
I practiced yoga in a beautiful studio surrounded by bush. I went for walks on a pristine and secluded beach. I napped. I read books that had been meaning to for six months. I embraced the silence of being all alone. And for the whole week I did whatever the hell I felt like doing.
Disconnecting from the world allowed me to reconnect. It allowed me to reconnect to myself and let me remember what’s truly important to me.
I got to the point where I needed a whole week of hardcore self care to feel like my normal self again. I’ve been here before, and I promised myself that I wouldn’t let myself fall in a heap again. Unfortunately it took falling in a heap again to remind myself of that. Looks like I could be doing a better job of this self care business.
We all need to self care. Don’t get to the point that I did where you feel like you just need to yell STOP! And go and hide away for a week.