I needed some prodding this week, in terms of trying to get through my days as joyfully as possible. When I feel particularly sluggish or unenthusiastic about the day ahead, I get into my car and I challenge the day to surprise me. It often does, when I am paying attention.
This morning, a truck stopped to allow me to make a left turn out of my driveway – a first in fourteen years – putting an instant smile on my face. Two hours later I surprised myself by eating one of the chocolate doughnuts a nurse brought in to for her going away party.
But it was a near stranger who infused me with the dose of optimism I needed.
“I had a good week”, she said “I tried to do things that give me pleasure: I watched a documentary I had been meaning to watch in a long time; I took myself for a walk. I said no, without offering elaborate explanations for my refusal. It felt good.”
So – here is to toasting the little things that make a difference, the little reminders that, while still entitled to our gripes, bad moods and fits of ingratitude, the life we have is maybe, just maybe, pretty great.