Friday, September 16, 2011

Shiny puddle.

Sometimes, we have moments that we think are brilliant.  We are cozy on the couch under a blanket after a very long day, wearing extremely cozy clothes, laughing at something silly.  With our partners, our pets, our BFFs.  Our luxuriating in the thrill of a quiet house and free reign to do whatever secretly weird thing we like to do.  Or out with friends having one of those rare mind-blowingly great meals.


And then there is that moment after we laugh, when we space out on the movie or the conversation goes into soft focus, and we stare at the wall, or into our drink, and we think about stuff.  We philosophize or rhapsodize on the moment; if we are content, we bask in the glow of the awesome parts of our lives, how proud we are of accomplishing certain things, or of how motherfucking awesome our lives are, how great our friends are.  This kind of contentment usually comes after a big glass of wine and a chance to finally unwind.  Sometimes the added bonus of an extra extra glass of wine with a close friend or an old friend or our boyfriend (or our girlfriend or our mother or our cousins or our long-lost-friend-from junior high school*) can sometimes lead to a mutual-rhapsodizing session that leaves everyone's face flushed from smiling their widest and talking really quickly.  And sometimes intensely.  And loudly.

*who we reconnected with on Facebook, like, six months ago, and we don't really talk, but every once in a while we throw out the 'hey, you're still out there' comment to.  And then we met up for a drink and at first it was awkward but then it was awesome.


In this moment, when we are at our most relaxed, our most content, our most joyful, our extreme silliest, sassiest, ego-maniacal, irreverent, unapologetic; we rule the fucking universe.


This may not be the reality of our day-to-day jobs.  We may have started out the night in a terrible mood with sore feet and a strong desire to set something on fire.  We may have typed FML somewhere into our status updates.  And our L may be totally F-ed.  Or maybe we just didn't have enough lunch and were feeling cranky.  And maybe we our just deluding ourselves with wine or we caught an endorphin rush, or we're falling in love, or we fell in love, or got revenge, whatever the case may be, 

right now, we feel fucking great.





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