I do tend to indulge myself. I can, so why not?
That hasn’t always been the case.
One of my more recent indulgences is attending the (almost) monthly writing retreats at Thistle Dew. For many years, other obligations prevented me from attending. Times change. Commitments change.
These writing retreats come in handy. They’re a great way to find intense writing time. Oh, I could take time off from Day Job and stay home to “write”, but writing doesn’t get done. Floors, get mopped, errands get run, laundry is laundered, and so on. For some reason, the writing is always the first sacrifice.
So I don’t consider these retreats “indulgences”, really. They’re more like necessity.