Too often people hope for big successes, you know, spectacular romance, an enviable job with an outrageously generous salary or luxe stuff.
Most days I’m just really glad I wasn’t killed during rush-hour traffic, that I manage to get through a day without losing my patience or crying in public. I’m also pretty proud of myself when I have time to pee during the work day (that in itself is a small miracle), and find that I have neither put my panties on inside out, nor backward.
What I’m trying to say my darlings, is that life is a series of small victories day-after-day, hour-by-precious-hour that we completely take for granted.
At a function this evening, a woman whom I met years ago during a post-grad course asked how my book was coming along. Not in the nose-turned-to-ceiling way that people who are too scared and uptight to express their creative spirit might ask while holding a cocktail wienie in one hand and the latest douchey cocktail in the other. No, she asked it in a kind way, genuinely interested in what I was working on. We discussed her young child, and the joys of parenting.
Surrounding myself with good people whom I call friends and acquaintances is much more a victory than a brand new car, a two-carat statement of love, or mortgage I can’t really afford.
Re-connecting with this wonderful person, was one of the things that were OK today. As were;
- Getting to an appointment on time.
- Having time to listen to a much-adored high-school chum unload relationship el-poopo.
- Eating one of the first fresh apples of the season
- Not getting a run in my pantyhose.
- Hot, fresh coffee at 2:00 p.m.
- Happy hour under twinkle lights on our little patio after a long, long day.
- Talking to my sweetheart.
- Having time to be silly with my friends on social media.
- Concocting a new recipe and having success!
- Not crying in public.
Wishing you a day of things that are ok, because ok is what makes a life. Ok can be excellent if you allow it.