I've been subject to that odd sensation that I get from time to time: the realization that despite my best efforts to the contrary I have a pretty good life.
Sitting on my couch with some decent tandoori takeout, I felt slightly out of body for a second. I thought about everything...well the everything of things that matter to me. I thought about the interesting people I know. I thought about the magnificent things I get to learn about. I thought about the loopy little grin I wear sometimes and the way people act around it. I even thought about the beautiful toys that my life grants me the means to acquire.
From the people I know but don't see enough (Randy, Chris, et al) to the interesting people I've interacted with however sparsely that I'd like to meet but probably never will (Fluxy, Jess, Nathan, some of the rest of you); from how a cable tap is wired to a new recipe for cornbread dressing; from the counter girl at Jamba juice that grooved to old school Motown with me to the sometimes friend that I made smile when no one else could; from the little black rocket car to the giant TV: from each little joy to the next, I don't have a bad life.
I could do with remembering that more often, but I figure we all could.
Sitting on my couch with some decent tandoori takeout, I felt slightly out of body for a second. I thought about everything...well the everything of things that matter to me. I thought about the interesting people I know. I thought about the magnificent things I get to learn about. I thought about the loopy little grin I wear sometimes and the way people act around it. I even thought about the beautiful toys that my life grants me the means to acquire.
From the people I know but don't see enough (Randy, Chris, et al) to the interesting people I've interacted with however sparsely that I'd like to meet but probably never will (Fluxy, Jess, Nathan, some of the rest of you); from how a cable tap is wired to a new recipe for cornbread dressing; from the counter girl at Jamba juice that grooved to old school Motown with me to the sometimes friend that I made smile when no one else could; from the little black rocket car to the giant TV: from each little joy to the next, I don't have a bad life.
I could do with remembering that more often, but I figure we all could.
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And I know you're aware that it's only because your life is generally so comfortable that you're able to stress over dropping money (that you know you have) on something big and shiny.
We could all use that reminder from time to time. In my last comment I didn't thank you for bringing that thought to the forefront for me, but...yeah. Thank you.
(Oh, and you can thank this guy for the daily booty shots.)