I indulged one day recently. The sun was out and instead of tackling the work I should have been doing, I had friends round and played with silhouette photography. We had some laughs and breathed in some fresh air, and when 3 or 4 hours later, I sat down to my work, I felt refreshed and ready to continue with ‘shoulds’ rather than ‘wants’. This photo was a product of an afternoon where indulging certainly had positive connotations.
Indulge is a strange word, heavily edged with negative connotations. If you’re indulging, are you doing what you shouldn’t be? It is inherently stained with guilt, yet indulging means to me taking time out from what you are meant to be doing, and doing what you want for a bit. If that’s breaking your diet with a sneaky bar of chocolate, or curling up on the sofa in front of Sleepless in Seattle instead of facing that pile of work, go for it. It’ll do no lasting harm but may give you the energy to get through that day, that diet or that work. My Grandma always told me that a little bit of what you fancy does you good, and I’ll always believe that. So go on, indulge.