two hours is allll i need to get ready in the morning — an hour of which i dedicate to doing nothing other than floating in a basin of water in the company of my own thoughts.
there is something cleansing about submerging one’s body in water for an extended period of time. almost like a baptism of sorts, there is no better way to prepare me for the day to come.
if i had it my way, i would start every day this way, but the reality is that this lifestyle is not necessarily sustainable for someone fresh out of uni and starting their career. now is grind time, not tub time. save that for retirement.
my mornings sans bath run a lot quicker (shocker), making it the more realistic option for my day-to-day. so morning baths are something i save for special occasions.
with that being said, i have been known to wake up an hour earlier purely for the sake of starting my day off in the tub.
baths at any time of day are a wonderful thing. but there’s something special that brews in a morning bath. perhaps its the feeling of doing something you know you shouldn’t.
in my mind, mornings and baths contradict one another: mornings are a time to be productive, and baths aren’t. so putting them together feels a bit … cheeky.
funny enough, i used be the get-up-and-go type, but now i’m more the get-up-and-light-a-candle-meditate-journal-make-tea-flip-through-a-book-leisurely-type.
in the past, waking up early to squeeze in a workout or respond to emails felt like something i needed to do in order to prove that i was utilising my morning wisely. for some reason though, there was never enough time to get everything done. no matter how early i woke up, i was always rushing to get out the door.
the issue lay in my definition of productivity. rather than defining it for myself, i was conforming to a mold that never fit me in the first place.
in other words, i was doing what i thought i should be doing rather than what i wanted to be doing.
hitting the pause button gave me the breathing room to sprinkle my mornings with different delights to see how i could best prepare myself for the day to come.
tub or no tub, just giving myself the option has shown me that slow mornings are much more my speed.
