Treat Each Day Like a Special Occasion
The next paragraph is best read using a soft, breathy, British accent.
When the world closes in on you and your head feels a size too small, apply just two dabs of Origins mind-clearing formula on the back of your neck, temples and earlobes. You’ll feel a tingling sensation as pressure, tension and tightness begin to melt away.
This is the online description for a special sensory therapy lotion I came across in my bathroom cabinet the other morning. This lotion is so “special” that I have only used about seven “dabs” over the last nine years, when I received it as a gift. I just discovered the little bottle costs $12 for .5 fluid ounces! I think it may contain unicorn tears.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about why I (we?) have a tendency to save up “the good stuff” for…. for what? To use for a special occasion, I suppose. The thing is, the special occasions that I (we) somehow deem worthy of breaking out the “good stuff” don’t seem to present themselves too often, so the “good stuff” remains tucked away unused and unappreciated.
No more!
So, with a NEW and IMPROVED mindset of making every day a “special occasion” day, I grabbed that special bottle of lotion and took it to the office to share!
I spotted a few ladies in the hallway and decided that they would be the lucky ones to experience the “sensory therapy” I had been hording all these years. First, I dabbed some on my wrists, smiled and headed over to the lucky ladies. Holding up the bottle, I said, “Y’all want a peace-filled day? Try this!”
Mind you, these people have learned to trust me over the years, so they threw their wrists out to be dabbed with my special ‘Peace of Mind’ lotion. As soon as I dabbed each of them, I brought my own wrist back up to my nose to inhale the loveliness. Ahhh, the aroma of peace… the aroma of…
Cat urine!!
My wrist smelled like cat urine! Or a meth lab, depending on your experience!
It took about a minute for the full cat/meth effect to grace each of their wrists.
Apparently, “special” lotions don’t smell as advertised after being stored away for nine years! I figured it might’ve been like good wine and only gotten better. Not the case.
Don’t worry the horrid smell was easily scrubbed away with soap and warm water. : )
The lesson? Don’t wait to use the good stuff. Treat each day as it should be—as a gift. A special occasion day. A day deserving celebration.
I encourage you today to:
Burn the “special” candles while you sip on your morning coffee.
Use your fine china to serve your grilled cheese sandwich on at lunch.
Use the almost expired gift card to get that massage.
Grace your everyday table with the table linens that belonged to your great-grandmother.
Frame or display something that is too delicate to handle, but too special to ignore.
Carry and use the pocketknife that belonged to your granddad.
Write in the pretty journal that you have been saving for just the “right” words.
Can you relate? What have you tucked away that you would like to bring out and celebrate this special day with? I’m curious and would love to hear your answers. Please leave your comments below.