For years, I’ve said that someday, when I had money to burn, it would be spent on having newly sun-dried, ironed, Egyptian cotton sheets on my bed every day, and a house full of fresh flowers. Bliss.
No-one ever asked why I was waiting, why I didn’t make it happen now. That line of ‘if I had money to burn’ seemed to confirm it as a pipedream. It never occurred to me that I didn’t have to wait for someday to arrive.
I might have added that I didn’t have time to wash and iron so many sheets or to buy fresh flowers. The irony is that I always found time to do what I had to do – and all too often it was stuff I’d rather not.
What a silly story of self-deprivation. It’s as mad as saving the crystal glasses for rare special occasions.
In these weeks of limits, there is time to remember what makes you happy and to do it. Plenty of people are re-discovering baking, handicrafts, gardening, reading and just sitting in the sun. They are turning ‘indulgence’ into normal.
What about you? Does the question of what makes you happy bring a caveat of conditions? Have you squashed your ‘indulgences’ for so long that you’ve forgotten what they are? If that’s the case, start with what you used to love and no longer do. See where that leads.
I’m off to pick flowers and bring sheets in off the line.