As I was leaving the hotel in Big Sur this weekend, I found myself saying those nasty four little words, “ I really shouldn’t, but…”
You see, my Man had taken me up to Northern California for my birthday. He spoiled me rotten; room service, romantic dinners on the beach, presents wrapped in paper he made himself, tickets to a "Ted Talk" event. I didn't need anything. But I went into the quaint hotel gift shop and indulged in one of my favorite guilty pleasures.
I bought myself a 2 oz bottle of Big Sur "Vibrational Spray". On the label has an affirmation, "I am meant to be here. I trust that all of the elements of my being are part of a greater whole, living on the Earth for a reason." The directions recommend to, "Say affirmation and mist entire aura 2-4 times daily." The tiny bottle of new age positivity was $17.95. I knew it might be filled with water and most likely cost about 50 cents to manufacture, but I couldn't resist this small mystical mister.
I plucked off the cap, repeated the affirmation and sprayed it on my aura. Afterwards, I felt connected, positive, and like a Goddess! My boyfriend was waiting in the car for me and when I hopped in, I told him I wanted to mist his aura. I knew he thought I was bonkers and clenched his eyes and puckered his lips tight as I sprayed the elixir on his face. We both laughed at what his buddies back home in Philadelphia would think of him cleansing his aura. “So what” I said to myself, I feel the magic of my Big Sur Vibrational Spray and it was worth every extravagant penny.
We all have guilty pleasures – some that would embarrass us to admit – but should we feel compunction about them? If watching trashy TV shows, eating at fast food restaurants or googling your ex can bring us so much pleasure, then why should it create remorse?
Isn’t it tiring trying to be perfect and to always do the right thing? Isn’t there something to be said for the occasional dash of depravity? There is! Not everything we do needs to be productive, lead to a cleaner house or the betterment of humanity. Actually, doing something for the sheer amusement of it is reason enough.
So, go ahead, eat a gram or two of saturated fat, crank up that cheesy love ballad on your car radio and splurge on something ridiculously expensive. And remember, sometimes, tabletops are for dancing.
Posted on Fri, October 2, 2015
by Ms. Dolphina