Do you ever feel like you have to keep your rare indulgences a secret? Why do we feel like reporting our pleasure is less honorable than reporting our aches?
Last week I took my daughters to the dentist and boldly asked if it would be all right if I ran a quick errand. "Sure. Just be back in 30 minutes," I was told.
So for the first time ever, I left my two girls, mouths wide open, watching High School Musical on the ceiling, and dashed to Nordstroms. I ran straight to the make up counter to buy one item. Then the question came, "Is there anything else I can do for you? Do you have time to play?" . . . .
Before I knew it, I was getting "smokey eyes". I intently learned about the many steps required for the look I'm sure will be passe before I ever try it. I glanced at my watch. Who knew smokey eyes took 20 minutes!Looking overly fabulous for 9:30 am, I raced back to the dentist exactly nine minutes late. They still recognized me,
"Mrs. Tirion, we tried calling, but couldn't reach you. We were hoping to do a procedure . . . "Both of my girls were patiently propped on their chairs examining my eyes and my words as I apologized. And as we left the office, I realized I had a choice to make. I chose to honor pleasure.
"Mommy was offered a gift. I learned something new. And I feel pretty. What do you think?"
I am inviting you to take a little extra time for yourself, even nine minutes. And then tell somebody about it! Plant the seed in others.
Last week I took my daughters to the dentist and boldly asked if it would be all right if I ran a quick errand. "Sure. Just be back in 30 minutes," I was told.
So for the first time ever, I left my two girls, mouths wide open, watching High School Musical on the ceiling, and dashed to Nordstroms. I ran straight to the make up counter to buy one item. Then the question came, "Is there anything else I can do for you? Do you have time to play?" . . . .
Before I knew it, I was getting "smokey eyes". I intently learned about the many steps required for the look I'm sure will be passe before I ever try it. I glanced at my watch. Who knew smokey eyes took 20 minutes!Looking overly fabulous for 9:30 am, I raced back to the dentist exactly nine minutes late. They still recognized me,
"Mrs. Tirion, we tried calling, but couldn't reach you. We were hoping to do a procedure . . . "Both of my girls were patiently propped on their chairs examining my eyes and my words as I apologized. And as we left the office, I realized I had a choice to make. I chose to honor pleasure.
"Mommy was offered a gift. I learned something new. And I feel pretty. What do you think?"
I am inviting you to take a little extra time for yourself, even nine minutes. And then tell somebody about it! Plant the seed in others.
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