I come home after a very long day of teaching back-to-back classes, followed by mentoring a black women’s student group. My commute is 45 minutes. When I look at the clock, it’s well past 9 pm.
Weary, I make my way up the stairs. My eyelids are heavy. I’m starving – and running on fumes.
And then, to my great delight, I find:
– a clean apartment
– my favorite satin pj’s arranged on my bed, waiting for me to slip into their luxurious embrace
– a gourmet dinner, ready to pop in the microwave: homemade mango sticky brown rice with organic sirloin stirfried with onions, bok choy and garlic in a wickedly decadent teriyaki glaze
– my favorite trashy, mindless Monday TV show (90210) recorded on the DVR, waiting to be played
And now I recline by candlelight, blissed out, nibbling on one of my favorite goodies — milk chocolate studded with almonds. All of this, courtesy of Crystal-of-Sunday-Past.. thoughtful gestures of my prior self to my current self.
There will be a foot massage happening any moment, then some aromatherapy, conscious breathing, a little Mooji and reflection on the day ahead. A good night’s rest and an early morning that will start with meditation, perfectly brewed keurig coffee, a workout session, hydromassage and sauna before heading to the office.
God, I love myself..