A Week Without Worry - Part II

Two years later, having for the most part let this blog lay fallow, I returned to check in on it after having received several strange comments in non-Latin languages. Perhaps posting again is not the way to deter this behavior, but the comments were cause for a reexamination of where I am today.

I think "A Week Without Worry" (published 29 January 2007) is probably my favorite post of the few I've managed to do over the past four or five years. Why? Because it was written at the peak of a highly introspective time in my life, and still speaks to a part of me a few years later: the fragment of my personality that steers me away from indulgence. By "indulgence," I don't refer to the tawdry or gastronomical sorts; I intend to call to mind those things that are indulgences for the soul, returns to nature, and fulfillments of the most innocent desires.

I still do not give myself enough permission to indulge.

My resolution? To grant a little latitude to myself in the coming years. To write a little more frequently than once every two years - for pleasure. I already read quite a bit for recreation, and I never brought out the dusty old Amiga 2000, but I did find a Wii buddy to pal around with on the weekends when we feel like a little Super Mario Wii or Lego Batman/Star Wars/You-Name-It. I've made several sinful deserts, but did not consume the entirety of any of them. Rather, I shared them with friends.

Perhaps I'm further along than I realize in my life's journey - but not far enough to say that I have fully taken my best friend Anita's advice to heart to the point where I live her wisdom a little bit each day. I don't say that to deify her (though she is a goddess and God-send), but because I'm stricken by how right she is.

To whomever reads this - if anyone besides a bot: I hope you take some time for reflection as I did tonight and give your "reset" button a little press. Indulge yourself a little... just for me.