Man, guys! I'm so sorry.
I just lifted my head from a writing frenzy, and I completely forgot it was Monday. I finished my letter of corrections for my editor for the galleys of Beyond the Rain, and finished the draft of the sequel all in one fell swoop.
I thought I should write something about the things we do to treat ourselves. My plans for tonight involve ice cream, fresh brownies, and ripe strawberries all in one bowl. Then if I'm feeling ambitious, I'll top it off with a glass of red wine in the tub with some passion fruit scented bubble bath.
Wow does that sound lovely, or what?
I don't think I indulge myself nearly enough. I balk at spending money like an elephant facing the proverbial mouse. (Elephants really are scared of mice. I saw it on Mythbusters.) My guilt at using resources for myself over my kids or our family always makes me feel like I shouldn't ever do anything for myself.
That is just wrong. Why am I on the bottom of my own barrel?
Because I'm a woman and I'm too prone to sacrifice, that's why. We sacrifice our time, our energy. It seems like so much of everything gets poured out of us, and not enough comes back in.
So how do you find the things you need to fill your inner well?
P.S. Congratulations, Angie on the release of The Dangerous Book for Demon Slayers.