Yesterday I talked about being nice to yourself by packing a good lunch, if packing a lunch for work is the kind of thing you do.
Today I thought I'd take it a step further and talk about a guy where I work who has taken this self-care thing to a whole new level.
I've encountered this gentleman, an older fellow, small, slight, and very nice, several times in the hallways and break room. What's unique about this man is that every week he brings a half gallon of ice cream to work.
Not just any sort of ice cream, but a half gallon of Baskin Robbins. The good stuff.
He brings in a variety of flavors. One week it was mint chip, another it was strawberry. There has been rocky road, plain ol' chocolate, and a cherry concoction that looked yummy.
Every afternoon around 3:00, you'll find him in the break room scooping out a small bowl of ice cream. He has a ceramic bowl and a real spoon and he serves up a nice treat for himself. I can tell he really enjoys it.
There is almost a ritualistic quality to this process of scooping out, consuming and later cleaning the dishes.
I gotta say, I have mad respect for the guy.
Personally, all will power goes out the door for me when in the presence of ice cream, so I couldn't make a half gallon last all week. I'd be eating the entire container on Monday and crying my eyes out feeling fat Tuesday through Friday.
But I respect that he can limit himself to a small bowl and can *really* enjoy that bowl once a day.
There's something so right about living that way.
