by I’ve talked about this daily journal I keep, it’s not writing it’s a couple of lists. I note three accomplishments each day and three things that made me happy. I was trying to describe one of the happy things yesterday and I settled on: feeling unrushed, like summer vacation.
First, it’s amazing how rare this feeling is for me, but I got down on the floor with one of the cats to pet him and I was just laying down, petting the cat, and I felt transported for a few seconds to summer afternoons, laying on the grass, when I had no place to go, nothing to do, a life before appointments and work and guilt about things I should be doing. It was a wonderful feeling. So relaxed and contented, even though it only lasted a few seconds.
I took this shot of the Jefferson Market, heading uptown. I believe I was standing on the corner where 8th Street, Greenwich and 6th converge. It looks a little Disneyland-ish, doesn’t it?
It’s such a rare thing as an adult isn’t it? Just to be content with a simple uncluttered moment. My brain usually interprets that simplicity as boredom and starts to plan, make lists, feel guilty about what I’m not getting off my to-do list.
I’m glad you noticed the moment when it happened 🙂
Yeah, it really is rare. I wonder if as you get older you revert back to that feeling and once again relax and stare at the clouds and stars?