Saturday

I had a great day.  I wish there was a way that I can explain its exquisiteness.  Even though I fashion myself as a resplendent purveyor of the written word, my simple phrases and expressions could nary do justice to the events of the evening.  What occurred was a feeling, a reminder, a notion.  I was living in the moment, free from outward distractions and focused instead on what was in front of me.  I've struggled with this for a bit; I've been preoccupied with the future or the past or the linear present, forgetting the translucence or opacity, so to speak, that lay before me.  I guess what I'm saying is that oftentimes I become distracted by what's outside of my control and don't embrace the challenges and corresponding dividends that I really can control.  So Saturday was awesome.  I had a great time.  I did new things.  I got to know people on a more personal level.  I felt confident and unguarded, which is a pretty interesting dichotomy on paper but tremendously satisfying in practice.  It was one of those days that left me smiling and marveling at the unforseen events that would have been deemed impossible months or weeks ago.

Life is always like that.  It shifts and weaves and goes in ways that we can never expect.  So why expect anything, besides the fact that we will experience the unexpected?  Saturday was one of those days that made me glad to be alive, to revel in the vagaries of the world.