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When was the last time you did something simply because you wanted to?
Not because it was productive. Not because somebody else expected it. Not because it was good for your career, your bank account, your fitness, your reputation or your carefully organised calendar. I mean something completely unnecessary, wonderfully enjoyable and perhaps just a tiny bit irresponsible. Something that made you think, I probably should be doing something else right now... but I really don't care.
If you had to stop and think about your answer, you're certainly not alone.
Somewhere between growing up, becoming responsible and learning how to keep a household, career, relationship and approximately seventeen thousand other things running smoothly, many of us become incredibly good at doing what we should do and surprisingly bad at asking ourselves what we actually want to do.
We become responsible adults.
Which sounds wonderful until you realise that being a responsible adult can occasionally become code for, “I haven't done anything remotely spontaneous since Tuesday.”
And perhaps that's why desire is such an interesting thing.
We tend to think of desire as something dramatic. Something romantic or sensual. Something that arrives with chemistry, candlelight and somebody looking at us in a way that makes us suddenly forget every sensible thought we've ever had.
But desire can be much simpler than that.
Sometimes desire is saying yes to the restaurant you've never tried. Sometimes it's buying the ridiculously expensive dessert because you want it, even though you have already eaten enough. Sometimes it's putting your phone away, getting dressed up for absolutely no reason and going somewhere just because you feel like being out in the world.
Sometimes it's dancing in the kitchen.
Sometimes it's booking the trip.
Sometimes it's calling someone you haven't spoken to in years.
Sometimes it's taking the long way home because the sunset looks beautiful.
And sometimes, yes, it is something a little more sensual.
Maybe you want to wear the dress that makes you feel irresistible, even though there isn't a special occasion. Maybe you want to flirt. Maybe you want to be touched. Maybe you want to spend an evening being completely present with someone you're attracted to, without worrying about where it's supposed to lead.
There is something wonderfully liberating about admitting that you want something simply because you want it.
We don't always need a five-year strategic plan for pleasure.
Sometimes a feeling is enough.
The funny thing is that we can spend so much time waiting for the “right” circumstances before allowing ourselves to enjoy life. We tell ourselves we'll relax when work settles down, travel when we have more money, wear the beautiful clothes when we lose a few kilos, go somewhere exciting when we have more time, or finally do something adventurous when everything else is sorted.
But life has an annoying habit of never being completely sorted.
There will always be another bill, another job, another appointment, another responsibility and another load of washing sitting there looking at you with an expression of quiet disappointment.
At some point, you have to decide that your life is allowed to contain pleasure before everything is perfect.
Because perhaps one of the biggest mistakes we make is confusing comfort with fulfilment.
Comfort is wonderful. We all need it. But there is a difference between feeling comfortable and feeling alive.
Being alive has a little unpredictability to it.
It has curiosity.
It has anticipation.
It has that tiny flutter in your stomach when you don't quite know what is going to happen next.
And maybe that's why we are drawn to certain people, places and experiences so strongly. They wake something up inside us that routine has quietly put to sleep.
You know that feeling when you suddenly become aware of yourself again? When you catch your reflection in a window and actually like what you see. When somebody gives you a look that makes you smile. When you're laughing with someone and completely lose track of time. When music comes on and, for a few minutes, you don't care whether anyone is watching.
Those moments matter.
Not because they are productive.
Not because they achieve anything.
But because they remind you that you're here.
And perhaps pleasure has been unfairly given a reputation for being frivolous when, in reality, it can be incredibly meaningful. Pleasure reminds us that our lives are not simply lists of obligations to complete. We are allowed to experience them.
We are allowed to enjoy our senses.
We are allowed to be curious.
We are allowed to be playful.
We are allowed to want.
And we are allowed to change our minds about what we want, too.
Maybe the woman you were five years ago wanted one kind of life, while the woman you are today wants something completely different. That's okay. You don't have to remain loyal to an old version of yourself simply because you once made a sensible decision.
Perhaps you've spent years being the sensible one.
The dependable one.
The one everyone calls when something goes wrong.
There is nothing wrong with being that woman.
But she deserves to have some fun too.
She deserves an evening where nobody needs anything from her. She deserves to laugh until her cheeks hurt. She deserves to feel beautiful without needing a reason. She deserves to experience a little anticipation, a little flirtation, a little adventure and perhaps even a little trouble.
Not the kind of trouble that requires a lawyer.
Just the kind that makes a good story later.
Because when you look back on your life, I doubt you'll remember every ordinary Tuesday evening. You probably won't remember the emails you answered or the dishes you washed or the countless little things you did simply because they needed doing.
You'll remember how something made you feel.
You'll remember the spontaneous trip.
The unexpected conversation.
The person who made you laugh.
The night you wore something you normally wouldn't.
The moment you said yes instead of automatically saying no.
You'll remember the times you stepped outside your routine and discovered that there was still a very playful, curious, sensual person living underneath all those responsibilities.
And maybe that is the real question behind this whole idea.
Not simply, “What do you want?”
But, “When did you stop asking yourself?”
Because desire doesn't disappear simply because we get older or busier or more responsible. Sometimes we just become very good at ignoring it.
We hear the quiet voice inside us saying, I'd love to do that.
And then immediately answer ourselves with, Yes, but...
Yes, but I have work.
Yes, but I should save the money.
Yes, but what will people think?
Yes, but that's not really me.
Yes, but maybe later.
And sometimes “later” is just a very polite word for “never.”
So perhaps tonight, or tomorrow, or whenever you happen to read this, ask yourself a slightly different question.
What would I do if I didn't need a good reason?
Not something reckless.
Not something that hurts anyone.
Just something that makes you feel a little more like yourself.
Maybe it's small.
Maybe it's wonderfully indulgent.
Maybe it's romantic.
Maybe it's adventurous.
Maybe it's sensual.
Maybe it's simply giving yourself permission to stop being sensible for an hour.
Whatever it is, don't dismiss it just because it isn't productive.
Your life isn't a business meeting.
You don't have to justify every enjoyable moment with a measurable outcome.
Sometimes you can simply want something.
And sometimes, the most beautiful thing you can do with that feeling is listen to it.
Because perhaps the point isn't to become a completely different person.
Perhaps it's simply to remember the person you already are.
The playful one.
The curious one.
The woman who still gets butterflies.
The woman who still wants to laugh, explore, flirt, feel beautiful, be surprised and experience something she didn't plan six weeks in advance.
She's still there.
Maybe she's just been waiting for you to ask her what she wants.
So, when was the last time you did something just because you wanted to?
And more importantly...
What are you going to do about it?
When was the last time you did something simply because you wanted to?
Not because it was productive. Not because somebody else expected it. Not because it was good for your career, your bank account, your fitness, your reputation or your carefully organised calendar. I mean something completely unnecessary, wonderfully enjoyable and perhaps just a tiny bit irresponsible. Something that made you think, I probably should be doing something else right now... but I really don't care.
If you had to stop and think about your answer, you're certainly not alone.
Somewhere between growing up, becoming responsible and learning how to keep a household, career, relationship and approximately seventeen thousand other things running smoothly, many of us become incredibly good at doing what we should do and surprisingly bad at asking ourselves what we actually want to do.
We become responsible adults.
Which sounds wonderful until you realise that being a responsible adult can occasionally become code for, “I haven't done anything remotely spontaneous since Tuesday.”
And perhaps that's why desire is such an interesting thing.
We tend to think of desire as something dramatic. Something romantic or sensual. Something that arrives with chemistry, candlelight and somebody looking at us in a way that makes us suddenly forget every sensible thought we've ever had.
But desire can be much simpler than that.
Sometimes desire is saying yes to the restaurant you've never tried. Sometimes it's buying the ridiculously expensive dessert because you want it, even though you have already eaten enough. Sometimes it's putting your phone away, getting dressed up for absolutely no reason and going somewhere just because you feel like being out in the world.
Sometimes it's dancing in the kitchen.
Sometimes it's booking the trip.
Sometimes it's calling someone you haven't spoken to in years.
Sometimes it's taking the long way home because the sunset looks beautiful.
And sometimes, yes, it is something a little more sensual.
Maybe you want to wear the dress that makes you feel irresistible, even though there isn't a special occasion. Maybe you want to flirt. Maybe you want to be touched. Maybe you want to spend an evening being completely present with someone you're attracted to, without worrying about where it's supposed to lead.
There is something wonderfully liberating about admitting that you want something simply because you want it.
We don't always need a five-year strategic plan for pleasure.
Sometimes a feeling is enough.
The funny thing is that we can spend so much time waiting for the “right” circumstances before allowing ourselves to enjoy life. We tell ourselves we'll relax when work settles down, travel when we have more money, wear the beautiful clothes when we lose a few kilos, go somewhere exciting when we have more time, or finally do something adventurous when everything else is sorted.
But life has an annoying habit of never being completely sorted.
There will always be another bill, another job, another appointment, another responsibility and another load of washing sitting there looking at you with an expression of quiet disappointment.
At some point, you have to decide that your life is allowed to contain pleasure before everything is perfect.
Because perhaps one of the biggest mistakes we make is confusing comfort with fulfilment.
Comfort is wonderful. We all need it. But there is a difference between feeling comfortable and feeling alive.
Being alive has a little unpredictability to it.
It has curiosity.
It has anticipation.
It has that tiny flutter in your stomach when you don't quite know what is going to happen next.
And maybe that's why we are drawn to certain people, places and experiences so strongly. They wake something up inside us that routine has quietly put to sleep.
You know that feeling when you suddenly become aware of yourself again? When you catch your reflection in a window and actually like what you see. When somebody gives you a look that makes you smile. When you're laughing with someone and completely lose track of time. When music comes on and, for a few minutes, you don't care whether anyone is watching.
Those moments matter.
Not because they are productive.
Not because they achieve anything.
But because they remind you that you're here.
And perhaps pleasure has been unfairly given a reputation for being frivolous when, in reality, it can be incredibly meaningful. Pleasure reminds us that our lives are not simply lists of obligations to complete. We are allowed to experience them.
We are allowed to enjoy our senses.
We are allowed to be curious.
We are allowed to be playful.
We are allowed to want.
And we are allowed to change our minds about what we want, too.
Maybe the woman you were five years ago wanted one kind of life, while the woman you are today wants something completely different. That's okay. You don't have to remain loyal to an old version of yourself simply because you once made a sensible decision.
Perhaps you've spent years being the sensible one.
The dependable one.
The one everyone calls when something goes wrong.
There is nothing wrong with being that woman.
But she deserves to have some fun too.
She deserves an evening where nobody needs anything from her. She deserves to laugh until her cheeks hurt. She deserves to feel beautiful without needing a reason. She deserves to experience a little anticipation, a little flirtation, a little adventure and perhaps even a little trouble.
Not the kind of trouble that requires a lawyer.
Just the kind that makes a good story later.
Because when you look back on your life, I doubt you'll remember every ordinary Tuesday evening. You probably won't remember the emails you answered or the dishes you washed or the countless little things you did simply because they needed doing.
You'll remember how something made you feel.
You'll remember the spontaneous trip.
The unexpected conversation.
The person who made you laugh.
The night you wore something you normally wouldn't.
The moment you said yes instead of automatically saying no.
You'll remember the times you stepped outside your routine and discovered that there was still a very playful, curious, sensual person living underneath all those responsibilities.
And maybe that is the real question behind this whole idea.
Not simply, “What do you want?”
But, “When did you stop asking yourself?”
Because desire doesn't disappear simply because we get older or busier or more responsible. Sometimes we just become very good at ignoring it.
We hear the quiet voice inside us saying, I'd love to do that.
And then immediately answer ourselves with, Yes, but...
Yes, but I have work.
Yes, but I should save the money.
Yes, but what will people think?
Yes, but that's not really me.
Yes, but maybe later.
And sometimes “later” is just a very polite word for “never.”
So perhaps tonight, or tomorrow, or whenever you happen to read this, ask yourself a slightly different question.
What would I do if I didn't need a good reason?
Not something reckless.
Not something that hurts anyone.
Just something that makes you feel a little more like yourself.
Maybe it's small.
Maybe it's wonderfully indulgent.
Maybe it's romantic.
Maybe it's adventurous.
Maybe it's sensual.
Maybe it's simply giving yourself permission to stop being sensible for an hour.
Whatever it is, don't dismiss it just because it isn't productive.
Your life isn't a business meeting.
You don't have to justify every enjoyable moment with a measurable outcome.
Sometimes you can simply want something.
And sometimes, the most beautiful thing you can do with that feeling is listen to it.
Because perhaps the point isn't to become a completely different person.
Perhaps it's simply to remember the person you already are.
The playful one.
The curious one.
The woman who still gets butterflies.
The woman who still wants to laugh, explore, flirt, feel beautiful, be surprised and experience something she didn't plan six weeks in advance.
She's still there.
Maybe she's just been waiting for you to ask her what she wants.
So, when was the last time you did something just because you wanted to?
And more importantly...
What are you going to do about it?
