The to-do list is long and varied, from scrubbing the copper sinks until they regain their golden patina to spending time with the Popper on his obedience training. There is laundry to wash, clothes to be sorted and folded, sheets to be changed and yet all I really want to do is curl up on the couch, tuck under a cozy afghan with a cup of hot tea by my side and a good book in my lap, and read.
Today I give myself permission to do just that.
Why is allowing ourselves permission to pause, breathe, and indulge so difficult to do? Why do we feel that we must justify the time we take for ourselves? "Okay, I washed three loads of clothes today, dusted and vacuumed. I deserve a half hour to read." Or, "I worked 8 hours in the office today, and hit nothing but traffic on the way home, I deserve to order takeout tonight for dinner."
When did taking a day to delight in the world around us become a luxury we felt we needed to earn?
Today I give myself permission to be kind to myself.
To take a scoop of peanut butter, plop a candy kiss on top, place it in my mouth and let it melt slowly, luxuriating in the luscious meld of peanut butter and chocolate.
To curl up on the couch with Popeye by my side and work on the crossword puzzle.
To share a glass of cabernet sauvignon with my husband before and during dinner.
To affirm that I don't need to justify being kind to my self. Taking time to breathe and find pleasure in the little things that cheer us, soothe us, bring us joy is good for our souls, our bodies, our minds.
What do you give yourself permission to do today?