There is something unsettling about the word “pamper” to me. It conjures up images of doing something a bit sneaky or sly, like playing hooky or getting a treat for something you really didn’t earn. Pampering has a connotation, for me, of being extravagant and wasteful. Gosh, no wonder I tend to feel guilty for “indulging” in anything that comes close to “pampering.”
But that’s just a definition I’ve created over time. And what I’ve learned through this journey is that I can change my definition any time time I want. So pampering is no longer a negative. Instead, it’s about little, everyday pieces of joy. It can be as simple as staring out the window at the beautiful blue spring sky while sipping coffee or as elegant as having my dinner off the good china. Pampering is not about spoiling myself, it’s about reminding myself of my own innate value by taking the time to appreciate it.
For the last week, I took the notion of pampering myself down to my soles,Powered by Sidelines