Forbidden delights

By: Stella Orange

Happy New Year!

Geez, I’m not sure where to begin. 

Perhaps with this: over the break, I (Stella) took to sleeping in like a slugabed.  

Then I’d get up, make some coffee, and do whatever I felt like. 

Several new pleasures emerged:

I moved a chair into our dining room bay window, so I could gaze out at our fallow garden beds, now covered in straw and fall compost, or turn my chin to watch the fire in the fireplace.

I took to twitter, and indulged in the rabbit trails made of my curiosity and hypertext links.

I started watching an indefensibly wonderful British reality show, Love Island. (At first, I did it ironically, but real talk? By episode 10 my cheeks were wet, after one couple — with the lady with the lip and boob job – made up after a fight. I was genuinely moved). 

Let us not underestimate the decadence of forbidden delights.

Not only are they decadent.

They are restorative!

This confirms my suspicion that our medicine is all around us. 

And it can appear in the most unlikely of vessels.   

What are your forbidden delights?
What new pleasures have you recently discovered?
When was the last time you broke one of your own rules? 

Stella is cofounder and copywriter at Las Peregrinas, a creative and consulting agency. As our resident word nerd, she writes copy and points out the stories everyone is living and telling through their work. She is also fun at parties.

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