guilty pleasure.

Hi. I’m Christina. I am a Graphic Designer by night and a mom of three by day. I know that seems backwards. Most things I do are backwards. You’ll get used to it. I was asked a question recently that I, shockingly, did not have an answer for. The question was:

“What is your guilty pleasure?”

I just did not, and still do not understand why anyone would feel guilty about that things that bring them pleasure. (Unless you enjoy skinning live cats – I have to draw the line somewhere.)

My hobbies, interests, and passions all flashed across my mind.

Is my guilty pleasure playing Dungeons and Dragons? No, I am super proud of my gnome wizard, Jade, who defies the odds and critically damages enemies with orbs of acid.

Is my guilty pleasure the fact that I am reading Harry Potter for the 5^th time? No — I introduce myself as “Christina, Slytherin, but not so bad!” While I wave one of my wands around menacingly.

Perhaps my guilty pleasure is that despite loving music that is eclectic and different since I was a tiny little teenage metal kid, I still turn up some of those top hits all the way to 11 and dance around my kitchen.

You know, I think that it is probably the fact that I often chase a chalupa supreme with a glass of wine on a particularly rough day — assuming a bottle counts as a glass.

But no, I don’t feel guilty about the things that bring me pleasure. I have always been different, and as I get older, I realize how much I love this about myself. We should celebrate our differences. Being a human and possessing the ability to experience pleasure is a gift that no one should ever carry guilt for. (Again, unless you are skinning cats. I cannot stress how important it is for you to please stop doing that).

So, go. Go to that concert you are too cool for, play that board game that only lists ages 5-13, and grab a giant burrito on your way home from work because you deserve pleasure.