Last Thursday I indulged in a gel French manicure and a pedicure.
I didn’t stop there. Lady Clairol stopped by and washed the blossoming swath of grey on the right side of my head away with a box of Medium Cool Brown.
Next stop? Oh, I think I’ll have someone apply and then brutally rip away molten wax on my lip, chin and a few other places I’d rather not mention. It’s time to take care of the excess hair that has plagued me since puberty. It’s just what my self-esteem ordered.
If only I could nurture my inner beauty with the same zeal.
I have a difficult time with balance. I sometimes ignore the shades of gray and go right for the black and white.
This is not a particularly strong quality for a yoga teacher to have.
But I’ve been working on it.
I’ve figured out that I CAN have a pedicure AND care about Japan. I can wear nice yoga togs and buy the guy who sits in front of Whole Foods a sandwich. It’s not one or the other. I can do both.
I can care about my Self without sacrificing compassion for others.
Don’t get me wrong – I’m never going to win any awards for altruism. I don’t give a percentage of my income to charity, I don’t tithe, and to be honest, the guy outside of Whole Foods sort of bugs me.
Maybe it boils down to give and take, checks and balances. Or maybe I never quite figured out that we all deserve to have a little fun – a little joy in life. That includes the guy outside of Whole Foods. But it includes me, too.