A Good Day
I had a good day today, which is strange because it's not even Friday.
My friends at work were all miserable, one left at 2 because she was having a Day From Hell, and another one was sending me "I hate my job!!!" emails all day. I was smiling and silly all day. I'm sure I made them all sick. :)
They have started cracking down on people sticking to their scheduled breaks and lunches, so I had my morning break alone today. I usually just follow my smoking buddy's schedule, or we pick the one we like the best. Every so often, we'd be on the same schedule, and those were the only times we went when we were supposed to go.
There is a regular crowd in the smoking area, but today, there was no one out there but me. I had a nice fresh cup of coffee and I sat on one of the picnic tables, putting my feet up on the bench. It was only 9:45, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, there was a pleasant breeze and the air smelled fresh and clean. I saw a bright yellow finch and a metallic green dragonfly darting about, and I saw the little tiny chipmunk that likes to patrol the pinic tables out on his patrol.
I had a Perfect Moment.
A perfect moment when, for just a moment, there was nothing in my life but the sun and the air and the fluffy white clouds and Everything Was Right In The World and nothing could stop me! There were no worries, no bills, no fighting, no excuses, no nothing. The only things that mattered at that moment were the birds and the dragonflies and the trees and the feeling of the sunshine on my skin.
I was happy.
For a moment.
Tonight, when someone asks me how my day was, I can say "Good!" and actually mean it.
A little bitty part of it was even Perfect.
My friends at work were all miserable, one left at 2 because she was having a Day From Hell, and another one was sending me "I hate my job!!!" emails all day. I was smiling and silly all day. I'm sure I made them all sick. :)
They have started cracking down on people sticking to their scheduled breaks and lunches, so I had my morning break alone today. I usually just follow my smoking buddy's schedule, or we pick the one we like the best. Every so often, we'd be on the same schedule, and those were the only times we went when we were supposed to go.
There is a regular crowd in the smoking area, but today, there was no one out there but me. I had a nice fresh cup of coffee and I sat on one of the picnic tables, putting my feet up on the bench. It was only 9:45, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, there was a pleasant breeze and the air smelled fresh and clean. I saw a bright yellow finch and a metallic green dragonfly darting about, and I saw the little tiny chipmunk that likes to patrol the pinic tables out on his patrol.
I had a Perfect Moment.
A perfect moment when, for just a moment, there was nothing in my life but the sun and the air and the fluffy white clouds and Everything Was Right In The World and nothing could stop me! There were no worries, no bills, no fighting, no excuses, no nothing. The only things that mattered at that moment were the birds and the dragonflies and the trees and the feeling of the sunshine on my skin.
I was happy.
For a moment.
Tonight, when someone asks me how my day was, I can say "Good!" and actually mean it.
A little bitty part of it was even Perfect.