It's the little things

Sometimes the smallest things help you get through a day. One tiny little victory is all it takes to make the pendulum swing in your favour.

Today it was lip gloss.

I have a tiny tub of The Body Shop "Born Lippy" raspberry lip gloss that I bought a few months ago. It was yet another purchase designed to help me drown my sorrows in something other than a vat of chocolate. I just love The Body Shop lip gloss. It makes me feel young and happy even though I'm old and sad. Remarkably so.

Anyway, it's easy to get the gloss out of the little tub when it's full to the top, but the more you use it, the harder it is to scoop it out on the tip of your finger without gobs of it going under your fingernail. This might not be a problem for some people, but I hate having gunk of any kind under my fingernails. A few weeks ago I reached the point of under the fingernail gunk and it's been bothering me ever since.

But yesterday something magical happened; I sheared off a fingernail doing the laundry and reduced that nail to a mere shadow of its former self. It's down to the quick, as my Mom would say. As a result, I now have the perfect finger for scooping out lip gloss - there's no nail for any of the gunk to get under.

Victory is mine. This day has officially been saved.

My heart still aches with sorrow at every beat, but I can scoop out my Born Lippy lip gloss without suffering from under nail gunk.

Sometimes they're very, very little victories, but I'll take every single one.