Sometimes I am taken by surprise by the small moments that bring such pleasure and with it eternal gratefulness for what I have rather than focusing on what I haven’t got.
Yesterday I discovered my son had put a new cake of soap in the shower. That alone was reason enough for celebration.
But as I used that soap I was celebrating the simple pleasure a new cake of soap brings.
After using the last cake down to its slippery sliding breaking bits of annoyingness, the pleasure my hand experiences just holding the shape of a new bar is bliss.
And never does soap smell as good as that first time it’s used. Mmmmmm!
Not to mention how easy it is to use. Even if you do drop it its easy to pick up unlike that slip of a thing I was using the day before. Nor do bits get stuck just waiting for the sixer I’m doomed at forty-seven to have one day.
And as usual I am grateful for the water, for where I was born that allows these moments despite being a drought ridden country.
So next time your feeling grumpy, though I’m sure you have every right to be, have a shower with a new cake of soap.