I bought a new toothbrush. One of those spinning kinds. Not a crazy expensive one, but a middle of the road deal. As I was brushing my teeth with it this morning, in the space where I usually thought about how behind I am on everything, how I’m never going to catch up on e-mail/interviews/blog posts, this morning I was thinking, “Gosh, I really like this toothbrush. It gets my teeth really clean and smooth-feeling, and that makes me happy.”
So, I’m trying to think whether this makes me bizarrely fastidious about my oral hygiene (which… okay, granted), or if my expectations of happiness are set so low.
I suspect it’s a combo. But really, is it a bad thing for something small to make you happy? I mean, it’s not like my worlds is changed by a toothbrush, but it’s nice when some small moment, some infinitesimal detail of life intrudes on your lackluster day to give you a moment of “Ah. That’s nice.”
It may not last. I had to rush downstairs and get my stuff for my tax appointment, certain that later I’d be putting a kidney up on Ebay to pay Uncle Sam. I’m still behind on e-mail/interviews/blog posts. But all else aside… at least my teeth are clean.
I’m curious. What little detail of life makes you happy? A warm pet on your lap? A cup of tea? The first breath of spring? Or is it something as pedestrian as mine?