Yesterday I had lunch in one of my favourite cafes on my own.
I’d been out to a meeting that finished at 12 and instead of rushing home, I deided to treat myself to a leisurely lunch by myself. I sat and ate a wonderful bowl of soup with some toasted sourdough and drank a lovely cup of coffee and just enjoyed my own company. After that I had a bit of a wander and a window shop and only then did I head home.
This morning I indulged in watching the Dr Who 50th anniversary prom concert. I could have/should have been editing a poem, but instead I chose to listen to some wonderful music played by a fantastic orchestra. It brought me a lot of joy and it was fun.
The poem was sitting there beside me, and I will get around to looking at it, but this morning just wasn’t the time, so I chose to do something that would make me happy.
The poem will get done…
Can you make some time to do something fun just for you?