I had a rough day yesterday. Just one of those days. You know the ones I'm talking about. The kind of day where you can't wait for the sun to go down so that you can go to sleep and wake up and have a new day.
Today was that new day. And when I woke up, cheeks still salty from unwashed tears, I said to myself, "Today I am going to be kind to myself."
That meant a new journal and some new pens with which to fill it. A chai latte. A reassuring phone call with a friend. Time well spent laughing myself silly with Susie, even though the dishes needed to be done. Some belly butter rubbed all over my itchy, stretchy middle by Claire. A bouquet of flowers. Wearing my new polka dot maternity shirt. Lighting a yummy scented candle. Allowing myself to enjoy the sunshine that surprised us today, feeling like more like spring than fall.
Walking into the florist, the lady greeted me with a simple "how can I help you?" and all I could muster was that I wanted some flowers. Not an arrangement. Not roses. Just some flowers. Despite my complete lack of coherence, she gently guided me to the back. I selected a hydrangea, one of my favorite flowers because they grew all along my walk to work in England during my summer abroad. She helped Claire choose some other stuff -- miniature daisies, green leaves, stems with tiny green pods -- and I left with a gorgeous bouquet for $10.
I think she knew I needed a little bit of grace in the form of blooms.
I can't remember the last time I indulged so many whims in a single day. The practical me says that I need to limit trips to Starbucks, that I have chores to do instead of chatting with friends, that cut flowers are a waste.
I will say those things to myself, but I would never tell them to a good friend. Instead, I would tell her that she deserves some beauty, however she wants it.
You deserve it.
What do you want? What would make you smile just a little more today?
Here is your permission slip. Go get it, or do it, or be it.
Today is that day.