Saying “yes” to myself feels like I’m taking a page out of my 3-year-old’s book, but given 2016 has thus far felt like the year of saying “no” – including all too frequently to her – and it hasn’t been the happiest or the most productive, I’m changing my tune.
Read a book for two hours instead of folding the laundry? Yes.
Ice cream on the way home after a long day? Yes.
New dress? Yes.
Take a nap when I have an hour to myself rather than the myriad of other things demanding my attention? Yes.
Blog without an agenda? Yes.
I’ve never felt like creation is born from misery, at least not for me. I am not a tortured artist. Cranky, yes. But not tortured. If I’m going to create, not to mention if I’m going to be a good mother, wife, and friend, I need to take better care of myself.
And I absolutely have not been.
So I’m writing about this, because that’s what I do. And I’m writing about it here, because how I used to blog is how I’d like to blog again. It was a conversation, an invitation, a play of words between friends. I want that honesty, that frivolity, that refreshing dialogue that wasn’t about making an impression but rather just making fun.
Which is why I want to know, what’s the last thing you said “yes” to?