That Much Better
I love small pleasures. The little things in life charm me more than the big once-in-a-lifetime surprises.
Mostly because once-in-a-lifetime is too seldom.
But I can experience small joys every day.
Like the ivy that grows on the building I work in.
I love blueberries. And I have blueberries for breakfast every morning. I can be happy every morning!
But once in while a simple pleasure can actually be a double pleasure.
Joy with a kicker.
For instance, I love getting into my car after it’s been baking in the sun all day. I love that dry heat that goes right into your bones. (I have very cold bones). And here’s the kicker: just when I think, “Okay, now I’m getting too hot” – the air conditioning jumps up and that feels great too. A two-phase pleasure.
And speaking of cars… yesterday when I was driving home, the sunlight just hit my diamond ring in that perfect way that makes hundreds of little prisms all over the car. It made me very happy. And then – AND THEN – Johnny Mathis came on the radio, singing, “Wonderful Wonderful.”
And peonies! A few days ago, I cut the last of our peonies and set them on the table. So pretty. And my husband walked into the room… he of the stuffiest, least-functioning nose on the planet – and he said, “It smells so nice in here!” Oh, so nice to have beauty AND fragrance.
Here’s a rare double pleasure:
I realized last night that the shoes I was wearing were really comfortable. I had worn them all day, and it was well into the evening and my feet didn’t hurt. My toes didn’t hurt, my heels didn’t hurt, my instep didn’t hurt, my bunion didn’t hurt. My feet felt great. And the bonus bit of happiness: those shoes are really cute!
And the beach! There are so many pleasures at the beach. I love the sun, the seagulls, the sound of the waves, the joy of little kids running on the hot sand in that tiptoeing sweet way. The beach is a multitude of delights.
And just when you think it can’t get any better – you stop for ice cream on the way home.