Sometimes, all it takes is a song
I was sitting at my desk this morning, doing three things at once (capturing ideas from a meeting I went to at the end of the day yesterday from the Sanskrit scratches in my notebook, working in a database that will report out injury data from Q1 to the offending departments at the medical center in an effort to help them understand what this shit costs and cruising through the pretty pictures of the boys online on Manhunt) when Bryan Ferry started singing Slave to Love on my web radio.
All at once, I was transported to the cockpit of a J35 named Buckaroo Banzai, I was wearing OP shorts and had my prescription Ray Ban Aviators on with the hooks went over my ears. The sun was headed toward the trees in the west and the race was over, we were congratulating ourselves on wining and were heading back to the dock for some serious alcohol consumption. In the meantime, everyone had a beer. Around us in the water, were other boats in similar space, and in the distance behind us, we could hear the air horn sound on the committee boat as each successive boat crossed the finish line.
Thinking back on it, I can’t help but be thankful for the amazing places that my life has taken me. The quiet places, the loud panicky ones, the celebrations and the tragedies, and the people who joined me on each of those journeys, especially the ones that made them possible.
All at once, I was transported to the cockpit of a J35 named Buckaroo Banzai, I was wearing OP shorts and had my prescription Ray Ban Aviators on with the hooks went over my ears. The sun was headed toward the trees in the west and the race was over, we were congratulating ourselves on wining and were heading back to the dock for some serious alcohol consumption. In the meantime, everyone had a beer. Around us in the water, were other boats in similar space, and in the distance behind us, we could hear the air horn sound on the committee boat as each successive boat crossed the finish line.
Thinking back on it, I can’t help but be thankful for the amazing places that my life has taken me. The quiet places, the loud panicky ones, the celebrations and the tragedies, and the people who joined me on each of those journeys, especially the ones that made them possible.