What I Noticed in the Shower This Morning

This morning I almost missed it.

I was standing in the shower, halfway into my mental to-do-list, when something caught my eye.

Tiny droplets clung to the wall, catching the light and sparkling like little jewels. They stayed perfectly still, shining in place. When I turned toward the glass door, it was a completely different scene: rivulets sliding and weaving downward, glinting as they moved, like they were in a hurry to get somewhere.

Same water. Different dance.

It was quietly captivating.

And just like that, I found myself slowing down just to watch.

No analyzing, no trying to figure it out — just curiosity. Just noticing what was right in front of me. The sparkle, the movement, the quiet rhythm of it all.

As I stood there, something in me settled. My breathing softened. My thoughts quieted. Not because I was trying to relax… but because I was fully there, watching the shimmering droplets.

That’s it. Nothing mystical. Just a tiny moment of truly paying attention.

Moments like that have a way of changing the pace of everything that follows. When you really notice something — the light bouncing off a droplet, the way water flows, the ordinary beauty of it all — your whole system settles, with a gentle reminder we’re here now.

And that’s the gift.

Calm doesn’t always come from detailed plans or perfect routines. Sometimes it arrives in a drop of water on a shower wall… the moment you let yourself see it.