…that a little male beauty care can be a good thing. Not very butch true, but a good way to make myself slow down and a help with one’s complexion.

I’m having problems with getting back into the relaxation habit and my health is paying for it. I seem to be back in my pattern of being forced to stop and rest because I’ve overdone things and don’t seem to be able to catch up with myself. I’ve probably written before that I used to think of myself as a rechargeable battery that just couldn’t hold much of a charge. I’d rest between commitments but only able to put enough energy in the bank to struggle through the next thing - never getting anything back in reserve. That does feel rather like the story again just now.

I don’t feel as though I’ve been able to hold a charge ever since my day’s workshop at the Arts Centre. Various things made it difficult to rest properly afterwards and now I’m finding myself paying for it. It really is time to slow down but I do have a problem letting myself stop. Partly that’s because when I’m tired everything feels very urgent - I feel as though I have to grab every piece of energy whenever I have it or it’ll be gone and I won’t have done anything. Not a good way to charge my batteries.

So…enter the face mask. Putting on a face mask means I have to stay in my bath a little longer. It means I have to stay hidden (I really wouldn’t want anyone to see me in it - it just wouldn’t be fair on them). It means I can sit around in my dressing gown pretending I’m at a health farm. It means I have to spend time very carefully removing all traces of it (something I’m apparently not too good at, but luckily it seems people think any residue is paint - one advantage of being a messy artist). It means I have less black heads…

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