OK. I’m not exactly a rainbows and kittens kind of girl.* But this morning I experienced an unexpected convergence of events. Small potatoes, really, but it got me thinking (here come the rainbows) about seeking and appreciating small joys. The little crap that happens everyday. The stuff you miss when you’re all clenched up about something else… like bills, ads, or motor vehicle emission inspections.
So. These are the players.
1. The weather. Today is my perfect day. 40 some-odd degrees. Sunny. Bright blue, cloudless sky. Birds chirping, chipmunks chipping. A truly zip-a-dee-doo-dah day.
2. Ipod adulation. Really. Everything about the thing is a pleasure. I have stronger feelings about my iPod than anyone I’ve ever been in a relationship with.** I’d like to think that says more about my taste in music than my taste in men.
3. Music appreciation phenomenon- facilitated by the item above, but not dependent on it. You know that thing when you hear a song again for the first time in a long while… one of your favorite songs from a beloved band… and it absolutely blows the back of your skull off? You’re just kind of melty and flabbergasted by the sheer magnitude of the kickassery? Well, that’s the thing I’m talking about. That reverential Holy Sh*t moment, when you feel like your ears aren’t big enough and your mind isn’t expansive enough to absorb it all.
I got in my car this morning– perfect day already covered, it’s absolutely lovely out. Blessed iPod selects, unsolicited, (arguably) perfect song (Letter from an Occupant) by (arguably) perfect band (New Pornographers). Brainpan explodes. I listen to the song over and over and over. I sing. Loudly, poorly, and with abandon. (This is one of my favorite things to do. I love this more than found money.) People stare and I sing more. I may have even finger-gunned an adjacent driver at a red light. Maybe it was the weather, maybe it was the surprise of it all, and maybe it was the joy of audacious musical (and lyrical) genius. But it pretty much rocked. It was one of those moments that makes you think transcendence may actually be possible.
And now I’m left wondering how many of these moments I may have overlooked. How many times have I let the detritus of my daily routine obscure something magical? How much more of my life could be spent feeling inspired and appreciative if I could just get out of my own damn way?
*Admittedly, lolcats are my secret shame.
**This may be a slight exaggeration. Or not.
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