Yesterday I spent practically the entire, glorious day in the warmth and glowing light of my little studio here on the Young Family Ranch & Zombie Apocalypse Retreat. Complete with an audio book and a wall heater that lets me keep the room at Bikram Yoga temperature, I found myself in earthbound heaven.
I love those days. I love days that should go on and on and yet I know it cannot be. No matter how much I may enjoy that particular species of day, were I to partake of it every day, it would change from a treat to a burden.
My hands would ache, I would wish for different food and different diversion and more company and more demands upon my time.
So it is with any divine element of our lives. Whether it is chocolate or ice cream, a nap or a ride in the car, even holding hands with your favorite someone gets stale and sweaty-palmed without at least a bathroom break.
I loved my day yesterday, but it was because of the many days preceding it when I had obligations and more company than one could possibly imagine. I loved the day because it was a change, a shift, and because of those things, it was a gift.
To my way of thinking, pain exists so that we can know pleasure. The overburdened schedule is paving the way for the sheer luxury of the hour without obligation. Hunger is the delectable spice that takes a dish from good to glorious.
Yesterday was exactly what I’d been waiting for and all the more enjoyable because I know that today I am back to my obligations, to my hours in the car and tending to the needs of others. Life at it’s best is give and take.
My perfect day of indulgence was suited exactly to my taste. It involved sushi with my boys and the company of my favorite dog while I created in my studio. No doubt your secret indulgences are different, but only in the details. You need them just as much as I do. The question is not what you will do.
The question is will you make the choice to do it? The question is do you like gifts?
Like, share, comment, tweet and for hell’s sake, the world will not stop turning if you take some time off and eat a Chick-O-Stick.