Or I have yet to find something that is.
When I was little, I didn’t care for showers. I thought they were boring and, again, I just didn’t care for them. I can’t think of many kids who liked showers; however, I loved baths. Not just bubble baths, but bath-baths. I would waddle around and splash in the tub, pretending I was a mermaid swimming through the ocean with the fishes, or as if I were a penguin enjoying a dip in the Antarctic Ocean. And, when I did have a bubble bath, I would give myself a Santa beard and blow the bubbles everywhere, and even try to make formations with the bubbles (bubble volcano, anyone?) all the time.
But since I have gotten older, I have learned to appreciate hot showers. I mean, seriously appreciate them. It’s the only time when I can really clear my head or think about my troubles, or even to just cheer myself up. It’s the only place where I feel comfortable crying when I really need to, which is probably more often than I’d like to admit.
Maybe I am just overly dependent on using showers to improve my mood, but it always works like a charm. It is as if when I am in the shower I am washing the day away and giving myself new perspectives. It is just a really relaxing thing that I always look forward to.
My advice to anyone who is having a stressful day or just in a random-emotional-monster mood: Treat yourself to a hot shower or sudsy bubble bath, allow yourself to have a good cry, and wash it all away. Even if it doesn’t help you the way it helps me, at least you had a moment of peace, alone time, and you smell a little less weird. And quite possibly a nice Santa bubble beard.