The Quiet Joy of Guilty Pleasures

There is a moment on a Friday evening when I peel back the gold wrapper of a mini Magnum, hear the satisfying crack of the chocolate, and take that first indulgent bite. It is pure pleasure—unapologetic, delicious, and entirely mine. And yet, a small voice inside whispers, "Should you be eating this?"

I hope we all have guilty pleasures. Sneaking a nap in the middle of the workweek. Calling a best friend for a chat instead of tackling the to-do list. Watching a slightly trashy rom-com under the comforting weight of a blanket. These are the small, secret joys we allow ourselves, often tinged with the sense that we ought to be doing something more "productive." But here’s the thing—our guilty pleasures are not failings. They are gifts.

The Gift of Guilty Pleasures