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Sleepy Twilights

Back in September when myself and my boyfriend had to find somewhere new to live (despite only living in our previous house for a mere 6 months), I consoled myself with the idea that I could find somewhere that had a bath. Going through a job rejection, being served our notice, and a bereavement meant that September-December of 2018 were rough; it's funny how the mere idea of having a bath, a place where I know (and have previously mused on the fact that) I can properly relax.

My baths have always felt like such a treat; it's also something that I've always enjoyed writing about and when I do get to a place where I can marry the two these blog posts seem to happen. When I received 'Twilight' for Christmas, I fell in love with the smell immediately and even though I haven't been able to get my hands on it, I was the grateful recipient of many Twilight bathbombs, and even a tub of Sleepy cream in there too! One of my goals this year is to practice more self-care and part of that has been to make time for baths; it's a place in which I can read and light candles and have a nice cup of tea (or stronger if I feel that way inclined).

People often comment that smell is one of the strongest memory triggers and there is something so utterly comforting about the lavender and tonka that's in Twilight/Sleepy products. Most nights before bed, particularly if I'm stressed, I'll pop some sleepy cream on my temple and collar bone and it really helps me to wind down. Ironically, as I'm talking about relaxing at twilight, Jack is currently playing a jump-scare game so who knows what joyful complexities will riddle my dreams tonight.

Stress is something that plagues us all and there are ways we can control some of the stress we experience (such as not using social media so much, and not playing jump-scare game before bed...) and when we can't control these things, we can try to remember to do things to make us feel better. Even if it's just for a little while, for just one twilight, we feel okay.

The night we moved into our house (after effectively not having anywhere to live for 24 hours) I had a long, slow bath with a glass of bubbly, candles lit and my music on - the bathbomb I used was fragrant and the bath felt like a cathartic breath of fresh of air. I was firmly on the other side: I had got through a time that felt impossible - and I had a bath.

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