I’ve got this weird idea, maybe more of a subscribed belief: painted toenails equate to a flourishing, happy, carefree life. I realize it’s not really rational. How do you rationalize something so trivial as an indicator of something so crucial?
You could look at Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, perhaps, and assume that all those lower needs (like food, shelter, safety, etc.) had been met if you have the interest to pretty up your tootsies. But, those things, those are basic needs–not exactly a carefree existence. So where does this crazy belief come from?
This is where I would insert my awesome answer. If I had one. I don’t.
But wouldn’t it be easy to make myself happy by just giving myself a decent pedicure? Well, no. Painted toenails don’t give me that good life; they just signify it. My toenails are a bright red as I write this–but I still have food to put on the table, a house payment to make, and a book that really needs publishing.
So, I guess, what it really means is that I can give myself a tiny bit of joy just by spending ten minutes with a bottle of polish (of which I have oodles). And right now, that’s enough. But it makes me curious… what small gifts do you give yourself?
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