You know that thing where you give yourself permission to sit down on the sofa with a cup of tea, and some easy-trash on the TV. A guilty pleasure. You’ve probably, prior to this moment, been running around like a crazy person doing stuff – literally not stopping – running after kids, sorting the house, in the office – any and all of these. For hours.
So you’ve granted yourself permission to stop momentarily. You start to get comfy, legs tucked up under you when,
But. Sometimes. Stop. Slow down. Recognise that actually, you don’t need to feel guilty for stopping (for a bit). Is it really a guilty pleasure? Sometimes we simply have to look after ourselves and give ourselves a teeny break. A little reward. A pat on the back. A metaphoric gold star for all the hard work, multi-tasking and juggling of everything we do every day. A job well done cheeky pleasure. An opt-out of heavy stuff.
For me, my not-guilty pleasures include any episode of Come Dine with Me, The Big Bang Theory or Robson Green’s Extreme Fishing (yup, really); a small bag of Cadbury’s giant chocolate buttons; silence (no radio, TV, laptop, social media stuff); making rocky roads or chocolate brownies (then eating them); copious cups of tea; driving the car with no one else in it (bliss = no kids); daytime power naps; window shopping (think both on and offline); occasional (very occasional) body treatments (a guarantee of silence and proper doing-nothing time) and a sneaky read of ANY BOOK (such a rare thing) when I should be doing something far more important instead …
No-guilt pleasure granted 🙂