Because I Was In the Bubble Bath

Right around 4:00 PM, I get the worst tension headache. I’m thinking about too much.

So at 4:01, I stumble into the bathtub and turn on the hot–and I mean hot–water. I pour in whatever I can find: fizzle bath balls that smell like gardenia, tea tree oil, or shampoo I’m hoping will make bubbles.

You just want enough in there to create a whole new world to sink down into.

So I’m in deep inside this aquatic world where, if I immerse myself fully, I can’t even hear the dryer beeping or the phone ringing. I’m just in there, and that’s my only obligation. I stay still, half-floating, and I sip a nice beverage and watch the flickering flame of a candle.

I’ve been so long away. I emerge and reenter my life.

I look at the clock, and it says 4:07. 

Living with flair means you take your six minutes–however you want them, however you need them–and you immerse yourself fully so you can come back refreshed.

Do you love baths? They seem extravagant and wasteful, but I love them!

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