I can’t cut my nails. Fingers or toes, they’re a two-handed job that are beyond me.
So, I go and have a mani/pedi.
Which sounds great, used to be a treat, a moment to pamper myself.
But like anything, when it becomes a necessity some of the joy gets sucked out it.
I really thought about it this week, as another person was dealing with my non-working body parts, that there are too many things in our lives that become joyless because we no longer feel like we have an option NOT to do them.
Maybe it’s cooking a meal. Maybe it’s folding laundry. Heck, maybe it’s sex. For me, it was nails.
My daughter got her nails done while I was getting mine done. We chattered and she grinned from ear to ear when she saw her patterned nails.
THAT gave me joy.
I borrowed her enthusiasm for a now-routine-and-required trip to the salon.
That’s my new challenge. To find the reason to be happy for the ordinary. Let tedious be extraordinary.