This day has been quite a day, to be sure. I chopped up the family Christmas tree, which was quite a feat of blood, sweat and tears. It's very reassuring that I can do this though, and thus I'll add it to my list of tasks people probably think I'm not capable of. In addition to this task is fixing toilets and spa maintenance, if you're curious. I'm always out to surprise and amaze, I suppose. In addition, I saw a friend for coffee at my favorite little Venetian coffee house. We hadn't seen each other in at least a year, and it was amazing to see how we could reconnect so quickly, as if no time had elapsed at all. It's reassuring to think that coffee is such a uniting force, or in my case robusta in tazza.
Kylie Minogue has also produced an astounding amount of highs for me today. (I now look forward to driving and getting down behind the wheel.) I feel like my relationship with her is getting more and more amazing as I continue to explore her CD song after song. Everything seems to concern this perfect man that she's found, and I think I can really bond with her ideas, even though I have yet to meet the perfect man. I like to think the perfect man doesn't actually exist. If he did, he'd probably be pretty unattractive. I'll take burping at the table, bed head, and 5 o'clock shadow over some perfect Ken doll any day.
The next-door-neighbors to these ideas of the perfect man are the fantasies I have about what kind of relationship I'm going to have. I have all of these wonderfully serendipitous ideas about what he'll be like, and how things will all transpire, and how it will be so blissful. Commensurate to how wonderful these notions are, is the hurt that they entail. Anyone with half a brain can see how ridiculous these high expectations are. The future can look so appealing and promising, but the present is forgotten in the process. What a crazy idea it is to focus on what is happening, and not what I want to happen...
Hopefully I can just start living my life. I'm beginning to think life is a lot like a good cup of coffee: sip it slowly, don't gulp, and engage all the senses. You can spend your whole life imagining what the coffee will taste like, or worse, just down it too quickly to enjoy all it has to offer.
I suppose that's enough coffee shop metaphorical philosophy for one blog. Cheers all.
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