Recently, I’ve been thinking about the idea of “living my best life” and I noted how much I’ve deprived myself of simple pleasures. I have a habit of adjusting to depravity rather than ailing it. I deprive myself of the things that I want to accommodate my circumstances.
I’ve come to realize that it isn’t noble. That living my best life means enriching it in all ways, even the ones that may seem overtly superficial. I like getting my nails done, but I haven’t in about two years. I like shopping. I enjoy enjoying the fruits of my labor and I have to remove the guilt that I’ve developed because I’ve convinced myself that those tiny treats don’t support my depth.
I’ve done it in relationships, adjusting what I know I need to fit what other people are able/willing to give. The more I grow, the more I’m beginning to understand and respect all aspects of the person that I am. I’m recognizing the importance of balance; I can be compromising but that should never exclude my needs.
Truly living one’s best life isn’t limited to partying on the weekends, traveling, and always being booked. It extends to being satiated spiritually and often the smallest tribute to ourselves can set our spirits aglow. That fire becomes cyclic and then we’re able to set other people’s spirit ablaze. So I have to put aside my own apprehension and learn to enjoy this human experience in all capacities.