More revelations while driving
I seem to be having a lot of those lately.
So while driving my super-spiffy car and belting out U2's "In the name of love" i realized that I'm a pretty happy person. I am content with my life as it stands. Sure there are things I'd like to change, I'd like to earn more money, live in a house and take fabulous vacations. But aside from all that my life is Pretty Damn Good.
I have a marvelous wonderful partner who I love more than breathing.
I have friends who love and care about me.
I have a wonderful, albeit dysfunctional family.
I have a shiny new car with my name on the title.
I have a pretty nice apartment.
I like my job despite some of its less than charming aspects.
I have a hot boss who makes inappropriate comments and is sarcastic as I am.
I have enough money to do something fun every once in a while.
I am truly blessed to have all of that.
In other news, I had the most amazing time at Sapphire Joust over Memorial Day weekend. It was the first time I went to an SCA camping event and it certainly was a trip to be remembered. I slept in an honest-to-god medieval pavilion and ran around in garb the entire weekend. I could not believe how cold it got at night, the temp dropped into the 40's I think. It wasn't too bad the first two nights b/c I was on my comfy cot wrapped up in a sleeping bag and Jim's cloak, the third night sucked though b/c I was on the ground. My comfy cot that I bought last Thursday broke, I was so pissed. Other than the cot breaking it was a wonderful experience. I met lots of awesome new people, drank lots of beer, and sang drinking songs while sitting around a campfire surrounded by friends
The trip had two incredible high points. The first was learning the basics of middle eastern drumming and then later that night being able to keep up with a drum circle. The second was goading my entire group camp to sing "American Pie" at 2 am (after drinking an entire bottle of mead). We didn't sing it well, we didn't sing it in order, but by god we belted it out and I am now legendary among the groups that heard us.
I got my needed solitude under a night sky with a thousand stars. Amid the driving beat of a drum and bathed in the lively energy of dancers, I found my center again and I am happier for it.
So while driving my super-spiffy car and belting out U2's "In the name of love" i realized that I'm a pretty happy person. I am content with my life as it stands. Sure there are things I'd like to change, I'd like to earn more money, live in a house and take fabulous vacations. But aside from all that my life is Pretty Damn Good.
I have a marvelous wonderful partner who I love more than breathing.
I have friends who love and care about me.
I have a wonderful, albeit dysfunctional family.
I have a shiny new car with my name on the title.
I have a pretty nice apartment.
I like my job despite some of its less than charming aspects.
I have a hot boss who makes inappropriate comments and is sarcastic as I am.
I have enough money to do something fun every once in a while.
I am truly blessed to have all of that.
In other news, I had the most amazing time at Sapphire Joust over Memorial Day weekend. It was the first time I went to an SCA camping event and it certainly was a trip to be remembered. I slept in an honest-to-god medieval pavilion and ran around in garb the entire weekend. I could not believe how cold it got at night, the temp dropped into the 40's I think. It wasn't too bad the first two nights b/c I was on my comfy cot wrapped up in a sleeping bag and Jim's cloak, the third night sucked though b/c I was on the ground. My comfy cot that I bought last Thursday broke, I was so pissed. Other than the cot breaking it was a wonderful experience. I met lots of awesome new people, drank lots of beer, and sang drinking songs while sitting around a campfire surrounded by friends
The trip had two incredible high points. The first was learning the basics of middle eastern drumming and then later that night being able to keep up with a drum circle. The second was goading my entire group camp to sing "American Pie" at 2 am (after drinking an entire bottle of mead). We didn't sing it well, we didn't sing it in order, but by god we belted it out and I am now legendary among the groups that heard us.
I got my needed solitude under a night sky with a thousand stars. Amid the driving beat of a drum and bathed in the lively energy of dancers, I found my center again and I am happier for it.