Sparkling Wine
I find myself really…. happy, lately.
Jon reminded me in an email today that I should be working to live, not living to work. I love that he reminds me of that, that he pauses his day to make sure that I remember to enjoy mine. I have a job that challenges me and that, on occasion, I find inspiring. Today was kind of break-through for me in a couple of ways. For the first time in a long time I didn’t come home exhausted and feeling overwhelmed. Enough Sesa’talk.
I’m currently at home, drinking a glass of sparkling wine and getting ready for a dinner-date with friends. Counting Crows is playing through my iPhone-cum-iPod. They’re a band that will forever remind me of the best times of high school; Of sitting in my car with Elizabeth and Jon in the 11th grade, outside of Alterra Coffee. Of laying in bed at night with Jamie, singing lyrics that I only kind of knew. Of a softer time, filled with ambitions and angsty poetry.
I don’t know. Maybe it’s just the half-glass of bubbles talking, but it all feels *right*. The World-At-Large may be in a state of disarray (and I certainly understand and appreciate that), but life right here, right in this moment, life is quite fantastic.