It was a collision of circumstances that could not have been orchestrated. No pressing plans or commitments for the entire day, a gloomy rainy day a terrific book and me. I didn’t know the book would capture my attention so quickly and weather doesn’t keep me from being out and about. Rather than leave my bed I reached for the book thinking I’d just see were I’d stopped and what I remembered. A couple of chapters later the phone rang. Gary called to say he was on his way home with hot cinnamon rolls. I was pleased.
Gary made a fire to fight damp chill. I announced that I was going to read as I plopped on the sofa in front of the fire and spread the book open. Perfectly content and deep into the character’s life, a sandwich was handed to me before I even sensed any hunger. I ate the treat and continued to devour the pages. Changing positions and getting up to the john were the only interruptions. In the early evening I did stop long enough to fix a simple supper and share some conversation. Life is so good.
Returning to the book was a must at this point. I can joke in a boastful way that I burned no more than ten calories in those 12-14 hours simply breathing and moving my eyes along the pages. I finished the book and felt and continue to feel deeply satisfied. It was a great read, but more importantly it was my gift to me. I was gifted by my husband’s generosity in supporting this decision and then caring for my needs. This is definitely Radical Self Care. It was spontaneous, uncomplicated and restorative. It was self indulgent in a good way. My body, mind and spirit all are better for doing so.