In the midst of frustration and overwhelm from the daily clatter and clutter and in attempting to be kind to myself, as I attempt to be kind unto others, I hereby gift myself with two days a week to do whatever I want to do. That is, as long as it isn’t cleaning out closets, laundry, unpacking boxes that are still sitting here untouched one year after having moved into this house and other such acts of utter nonsense.
I will spend Tuesdays and Wednesdays every week, creating, reading, writing, painting, taking naps, visiting museums and exhibitions, tending my garden, listening to music and the birds outside my window or other required joyous matters that are necessary to live a long and very full life. These are to be done in a relaxed state of being.
The only exceptions may be those brought on by universal forces other than myself, requiring immediate attention, such as illness, important meetings that can only be held on those days gifted to myself, acts of God, acts of terrorism or for the love of someone who is in need of loving kindness. And those only if they are deemed to be genuine exceptions, not those caused by selfish manipulation by myself or others or some other act of treason, including those brought on by myself.
I will continue to walk my dogs on those days, exercise, tell my husband, “I love you, but please do your part,” prepare light meals, drink at least 8 glasses of water each day, eat and enjoy every morsel.
Permission to continue the above required acts of kindness to myself is also granted on other days as time permits or is required.
Attested to and made public by way of this blog post: Joan Z. Rough