I bought myself flowers today.
Because they’re pretty and I could use a little prettiness at my desk.
Because I’m feeling good today and want to commemorate.
First I second-guessed. We’re closed tomorrow and what if they’re wilted and dead when I come in on Thursday?
So what? They’re going to die anyway. At least I can enjoy them today.
And I am. I’m enjoying them.
It’s the little thrill of doing something just for me.
“Ooh, are they from your hubby?” I’m asked. When I say that they’re to me from me I see widening eyes…but once that brief moment of surprise has passed, I see appreciation.
“I just might do that myself!” is the response.
She should. We all should.
When’s the last time you did something just for you? What was it?