I woke this morning to the sound of rain tapping on my windows. I curled deeper under my duvet and just listened for a while. I love the sound of rain. And this morning I knew I had nowhere to go and nothing pressing I had to do. The rain was a perfect excuse to brew a pot of Earl Grey and curl up by the fireplace with my journal.
It was the last day of my holidays and so, as I often do when I have free time, I wrote about what I’d most like to do with my day. “I want to write. I want to read my book. I’d like to head into Sidney and have a latte. Maybe poke around the bookstores.” There was a time in my life that I would have considered such a day selfish, self indulgent.
A wise woman helped me re-frame my thinking. Now I think of a day like this as self-full, a time to give myself exactly what I want and need, a time to fill my tank.
And so I wrote and read and wandered. I sat in my favourite coffee shop, sipped a latte and people watched. I browsed in three or four of Sidney’s many bookshops. I came home and read some more, wrote some more, and prepared a healthy dinner. (When I’m being truly self-full, there’s sure to be kale on the menu!) And then I headed out for a dance workout. It was a perfectly delicious, fulfilling way to spend my day. Tonight I feel completely blissed out.
I think we all need to practice the art of selfulness from time to time.
How do you practice the art of selfulness?