What I've wanted for Christmas for two years: 2 meters of super soft faux fur material. I get it, we don't always get what we ask for. We need to be thankful for what we do get, and I am. But today, as I stared at the half price sale on the very gift I had been coveting for so long, I felt guilt. Such a luxury,. Should I spend the money? I remembered my mother handing me cash and telling me to get myself something really nice for Christmas. She had that "I mean it" look on her face. So I did it. Man, I have been looking forward to bedtime ever since.
I shall pour myself a cup of peppermint tea, light some candles, listen to music and cuddle up in my new silky soft throw and truly revel in how amazing life is that I can do this. Eat, Pray, Love was a book I started when I left my ex, and though I have yet to finish it, I loved how she really took time to nourish her senses, recognizing her self worth through this practise. She deserved to feel good, she deserved to remind herself of all the good this material world had to offer. I deserve that too.
So my friends who are also tentatively healing from heartbreak, do something luxurious for yourself. Eat your favourite dessert, buy those comfy pj's, slip on that sexy lingerie under your work clothes, choose the flavoured frothy coffee over your usual, double double. Make plans that you look forward to. Fall in love with your life again.
