We teeter on the ledge with a plodding regularity. But one key to survival is surely an ability to access tiny pockets of joy. Fifteen minutes of fame? Keep them. Fifteen minutes of joy? Absolutely.
Some people meditate, and that is noble. Others 'journal' (why is that now a verb?) or write gratitude lists. But what about bringing yourself back to yourself through the mundane? We are not talking about life-changing epiphanies or even good habits.
We are not talking about standing in front of the mirror and intoning, 'The universe will bring me what I need, for I am loving and lovable,' hoping to carve new neural pathways. We are not saying this is about Big Joy. It's about small moments that make us feel fortunate. Here's how we find them.
Smiling at strangers
You really have to fake this one if you're a beginner because it's terrifying. But then it gets cosy. And you start looking at people rather than swerving them.
Online quizzes
What is your elf name? Your rapper name? Which Disney princess's horse are you?
Organised cupboards
Opening the linen cupboard and staring at piles of bedding. Just knowing it's there makes us feel secure.
Noise-cancelling headphones
Ah, the gift of silence.
Lurid lippy
Wearing improbably lurid lipstick around the house. Every time we catch sight of that vivid purple in the mirror we feel like a six-year-old.
Blasting hip-hop really loud
It gives us the sense that we're hand- ling everything.
Putting on vast knickers
Makes us feel safe.
Sifting through the cotton reels
Meandering around the haberdashery section of a department store, fingering thimbles and interfacing. Nothing bad can happen here.
Playing pretend
Wearing fingerless gloves indoors and pretending to be a beatnik poet in a drafty attic with many lovers and a cult following.
Forget 'hello'
Answering the phone with 'yo'. Why is this so cheering? Perhaps because it's tragic, but we are too old to care.
Making simple things fancy
Toast – very buttery. Made with slightly posh bread. We laugh at those artisanal- bread shops, but…
A slice of nostalgia
Watching 15 minutes of the films that made us who we are. The Breakfast Club, When Harry Met Sally, Some Like It Hot, Hello, Dolly!. But not Terms of Endearment. Never Terms of Endearment. That is an act of self-harm.
Wining and dining yourself
Using posh cutlery or having a glass of wine at home out of one of the crystal glasses, or whacking out a linen napkin rather than kitchen roll. Wining and dining ourselves, basically.
Doing a charity shop drop
Finally taking those bin bags (full of clean, ironed clothes) to the charity shop. They've been on the landing for six months. Now, clear landing, slightly less murky conscience.
Cheap achievement
Ordering a good supply of something very basic like Scotch tape or Blu-Tack, or a new potato peeler. That sense of achievement for a few dollars.
Saving the world
Turning off the tap when brushing our teeth and feeling that we are saving the world.
Reading a novel
Diving into someone else's world. (Currently, Manhattan Beach by Jennifer Egan.)
Soaking in salts
Pouring half a sack of Epsom salts into the bath. That rushing sound. The prospect of a full magnesium infusion. Will it help us sleep?
Popping to the car wash
So swishy. And womb-y. And who doesn't love a gleaming hubcap?