Here’s the thing: I forget that it’s okay to take care of myself, beyond buying my necessary cosmetics and groceries. I'm not talking about picking up a latte, or throwing a York Peppermint Pattie in my cart at checkout. Those things are instinctive. But the actual up-keep of self: haircuts, a lucky manicure, trips to the gym, the occasional bra fitting or a relaxing walk about the block. Six weeks ago, Gabriel was so sweet to remind me that taking care of self is nourishment to a girl’s soul and, that more than how I look, it’s about how I feel when I take care of myself. This spurred my first trip to hair salon in years, after which I felt so good that I actually strolled down to Victoria's had a bra fitting, something I've so nervously avoided for a decade. Talk about "up" keep.
He was so right. Taking care is a different feeling than buying a new pair of shoes (although that’s a beautiful thing), or another pair of gold dangly earrings. It’s a quiet, peaceful feeling of thankfulness and self-contentedness. It's knowing that I'm lucky to live a life that allows for little 'take care' splurges, but knowing that with luck comes the joy and responsibility of taking care of those who have bigger concerns, like putting meals on the table or keeping a roof overhead. I guess it's all about passing on what you've been blessed with, no matter how small, right? That's so much easier to remember around the holidays.
Anyway, after this weekend's second visit to the hair salon, I'm truly seeing the benefits of taking care of me...soft, shiny, bouncy benefits. Ooo…and get this: I can now run my fingers through my hair without breaking off 20 strands. Sexy.
Happy weekend. :)