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Today I am: a fire-breathing Queen

As you can probably guess from my lack of posting, Master's degrees are hard. Speaking to my fellow MA buddies, we can't quite pin-point what it is that is making us perpetually stressed but there's just something about them that seems to eat up all of your time ever. And don't even get me started about 'thinking about the future'.

I somehow forgot that one of my favourite things to do to relax is to take a bath. Earlier last term when our shower broke (yay student housing), we were confined to baths - and I vowed that I would take more as soon as the shower was fixed and not just fall back to showering. But alas, I did. 

Baths have always been kind of special to me; forever have they been places of chats, giggles, relaxing, music, and such a treat. For a couple of years I couldn't get out of the bath unassisted because of my back, so to be able to leap forth out of the tub with a gracious gazelle-like leap (I lie) is a privilege. I also used to not be able to use bath bombs, much to my younger self's sadness (Lush bath bombs were such a popular present... #heartbroken).

But, as I said, somehow I completely forgot about all of this. Now, older, better and more resilient to bath bombs I found myself treating myself to one today, along with a baby bottle of prosecco. 

And so I've decided to embark on a journey of bath-bombic-joy. Why? Because right now I feel incredibly, totally relaxed and chill - so of course I want to replicate this with a series of bath bomb purchases.

This time, I indulged the Dragon's Egg bath bomb from Lush. Costing a cheeky £3.75 this bath bomb appealed to me primarily because of its name... I'm a sucker for all things fantastical. Stick fairy and dragon on anything and I'm sold. The smell is also incredibly lovely, with a citrusy-jasmine scent - and the bergamot oil makes this bath bomb ridiculously lovely to your skin and chills you right out (Lush say it better on their website...)

How did this bath bomb make me feel? Like the title says, like a fire-breathing Queen. Not only do I feel physically clean, but I feel so calm and cleansed and ready to face anything.

Today I am reminded to look after myself, and to take a moment to breathe (fire, of course...)

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