I deserve pleasure in my life.

A good bottle has been in the cupboard for two years now, saved for an occasion that keeps not arriving. Or the expensive notebook, still blank, too nice to spoil with ordinary handwriting.

Pleasure gets treated as something earned first and enjoyed afterward, and afterward keeps getting pushed back. Meanwhile the ordinary Wednesdays that make up most of a life go past unaccompanied.

Use the good thing on a Wednesday. No committee is awarding occasions, and the waiting isn't virtue — it's postponement with a respectable name attached.