A Perfect Moment
I bought a $37 BART ticket this morning and promptly lost it on the escalator. I stood on the platform, called C. and cried into the phone. "Its all too much" I said, weeping.
Dragged myself to the gym, harried, bitter, sad, and flustered. Late. Concentrated on each exercise as though I was giving birth. I can't possibly do five more. I CAN'T... ohhhhh god. THERE." A long shower and steam later, and I feel as though I have been reset.
My day at work is jam packed, but I manage. Picked up my darling boy and had dinner with the girls. Skyler dropped all of his chips and they gave us another serving for free. I swallowed a large piece of chip and wondered if I would have to go to the emergency room, as it slowly makes its excruitating way down my esophagus. Skyler cracked his head into my nose (damn that boy's head is hard!) and he went to the counter and asked the women for some ice for it (I love him!!)
At the ice cream parlor, there is a miscommunication and Skyler cries when he finds out that he is getting just the smoothie, not ice cream. So the guy behind the counter gives him a scoop for free. Meanwhile, I've dropped my cone on the floor and he replaces it for free. I slide a few dollars into the tip jar, while C. shakes her head at me and smiles "You're a mess, dude!"
And yet, none of this bothers me. I'm able to shrug and laugh at myself. Ahhhhhhh
Then I'm driving down Ashby towards College, on my way to meditation. The air is warm, the breeze cool, my arm out the window. The sun is setting in front of me, and Red Dust by Zero 7 comes on, a lovely instrumental that brings a smile to my face and its all alright. In fact, its a pretty magical place in my life right now. It doesn't matter that there isn't someone here in the car to share this moment with me. Because I am the special person that I have been waiting for.
Post-meditation, I listen to Peter Gabriel singing with Afro Celt Sound System. I will always enjoy the sound of his voice. No, no, they can't take that away from me. Oh they can't take that away from me.
Dragged myself to the gym, harried, bitter, sad, and flustered. Late. Concentrated on each exercise as though I was giving birth. I can't possibly do five more. I CAN'T... ohhhhh god. THERE." A long shower and steam later, and I feel as though I have been reset.
My day at work is jam packed, but I manage. Picked up my darling boy and had dinner with the girls. Skyler dropped all of his chips and they gave us another serving for free. I swallowed a large piece of chip and wondered if I would have to go to the emergency room, as it slowly makes its excruitating way down my esophagus. Skyler cracked his head into my nose (damn that boy's head is hard!) and he went to the counter and asked the women for some ice for it (I love him!!)
At the ice cream parlor, there is a miscommunication and Skyler cries when he finds out that he is getting just the smoothie, not ice cream. So the guy behind the counter gives him a scoop for free. Meanwhile, I've dropped my cone on the floor and he replaces it for free. I slide a few dollars into the tip jar, while C. shakes her head at me and smiles "You're a mess, dude!"
And yet, none of this bothers me. I'm able to shrug and laugh at myself. Ahhhhhhh
Then I'm driving down Ashby towards College, on my way to meditation. The air is warm, the breeze cool, my arm out the window. The sun is setting in front of me, and Red Dust by Zero 7 comes on, a lovely instrumental that brings a smile to my face and its all alright. In fact, its a pretty magical place in my life right now. It doesn't matter that there isn't someone here in the car to share this moment with me. Because I am the special person that I have been waiting for.
Post-meditation, I listen to Peter Gabriel singing with Afro Celt Sound System. I will always enjoy the sound of his voice. No, no, they can't take that away from me. Oh they can't take that away from me.
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