Yesterday morning, I treated myself to half an hour of no phone calls and no emails, and a little mind-clearing run
and no awkward eye contact (unfortunately, there was an abundance of awkward eye contact – that comes with the territory in small hotel gyms with giant mirrors and only two, side-by-side treadmills). I tried to treat myself to a massage this afternoon, but the massage place had to stay closed today (Rude, Nemo. Rude.). Minor setback. The foam roller will do. For now. Back to the treats.
You want some pretty orange-ish tulips? Treat yo self. You want a new book (an actual, real book – not an electronic, ebook, digi-book thing)? Treat yo self. You want to spend twenty minutes of your life painting and repainting your nails until they are the perfect, smudge-proof shade of Ballet Slipper? Treat yo self. You want to take your little dog for an extra long
walk slog through the snow? Treat yo self. You want to fill up the tub and overflow it with some Mr. Bubble (or maybe something less likely to cause you to break out into hives… like, Aveeno oatmeal bath, perhaps)? Treat yo self.
Seriously. Treat yourself.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Trufflin’, maybe…
- Love this: 5 ways to become a better runner
- Grateful to everyone helping the city bounce back after the blizzard
How do you treat your lovely self?