I’ve been thinking lately about the role of pleasure in a life of pain. Get your mind out of the gutter, please – this is not any kind of reference to 50 Shades of Grey or whatever other filth just came to your mind.
I’m talking about the little smile-inducing, endorphin-releasing pleasures of everyday life that can so easily get forgotten when your focus is on what’s wrong.
For me, it’s taking in the gorgeous smell of ginseng in my face moisturiser, seeing fresh flowers on the table, the smell of freshly-brewed coffee and warm croissants filling my apartment, feeling sunshine on my face during those few minutes of the afternoon that it passes my way, painting my toenails a crazy pink… all these little things make me smile.
Each one gives me a little ‘lift’.
And when all these little things add up, maybe it’s the little things that are actually the big things.