Whilst I was having a cold shower tonight, I finished washing myself and turned off the water.
Before grabbing my towel to dry off, like my instinct normally does, I chose instead to stand and meditate.
As part of one of my 4 mini habits that I’ve been practicing for the last couple of weeks, since watching a YouTube video and listening to a podcast episode describing the book mini habits, I am required to meditate for 1 minute everyday.
It can be anywhere, anytime, at my complete own will to do so.
As such, it has become convenient no matter how busy my day has been or is, to do it after I’ve finished showering.
There is absolutely no intentional reason, just simply because it’s convenient.
A secluded, peaceful set of moments where disruption is highly unlikely.
A great environment.
Moving on.
I turned off the water (that of which only the cold had to be shut off), I left my towel and shut my eyes.
What happened next was quite surprising and definitely not expected.
For the first time in my life I had never noticed the soothing feeling and interesting joy I felt by allowing the water to drip off my skin and down my body towards the tiles on the floor.
For as long I’ve been showering (for my whole life of course, I am definitely not that dirty) I have not once stopped to actually embrace the moments in between monotonous tasks that fill up our everyday lives.
And so, for 1 whole minute, I took a single breath in, and a breathe out.
Through my nose, only paying attention and accepting concentration on each of the sliding droplets of water.
Each gathering their own momentum and cascading like a snowball down a hill, gathering more and more other droplets as they sped towards the ground.
I opened my eyes, checked my watch to ensure that at least a minute had passed and went about continuing on through the evening like every other.
Sometimes the simple things provide us with the most bliss.
And it’s in those moments that we appreciate just being.
Being present gives us clarity and the skills to employ:
Happiness.
PS: The cover photo of this article is a photo I took on a trip to Moreton Island.
