19 jul 2012

it was a felix felicis day.

yesterday was from start to finish filled with goodnesses large and small. even the smallest good thing yesterday contained enough goodness to create a whole good day all on its own. my hair behaved. my lunch sandwich was delicious. everything. all of it. good.

of the wellspring of goodness that was yesterday, three things stand out.

(1) a discussion about running with a friend who provided solid guidance. this is a guy who knows a complete shit-ton about running and took the time to sketch a quick outline for me. he inadvertently held me accountable for my whining by simply refusing to have that convo and because it was a mysterious felix felicis day, my mind decided not to let it end there, but instead to take a leap and explain what i was whining about. wah-lah, like magic, a discussion bloomed, and i left with not only guidance and instruction, but the confidence boost that comes when someone imagines you're worth the bother and belies the fiction that facebook has created around the word "friend". (1a) i had a great run yesterday!

(2) 12 weeks of prolonged stress and agonising culminated in my soon-to-be new boss's making a job offer. i accepted. after 16 years in this job, i am poised to begin an exciting new chapter. it is something i've wanted to do for quite a long time, and not to be humble, but a large measure of credit goes to my own persistence and determination (not to mention mad skillz and actual brilliance!).

(3) jackson browne concert.

....PAUSE-BEGIN....
at this point, i am feeling that 1+1a+2 plus the simple fact that 3 is occurring (and let's not forget all the small things - the successful production meeting, the dearth of idiotic emails, et cetera) is quite a load of yang and i am getting fairly anxious about yin's inevitable smack-down. i enquired of descartes, and he replied "it is a golden day." with that tip-of-the-hat to mr wonka, i decided to relax and enjoy.
....PAUSE-END....

where was i...? oh, right.

(3) jackson browne concert. we've really been looking forward to this acoustic concert. firstly, with anticipation of happiness because he's swell, and secondly, with anticipation of disappointment because we paid a lot for the seats, and i am just sure they will turn out to be terrible. OH NO, said felix, I SHALL SMILE UPON YOU. and just like that, we are sitting smack dab in the goddam middle of the venue with a completely unobstructed view.

now, i am in a panic. i emailed descartes to let him know that someone was probably going to have to die to pay for all this yangliness. he said he'd miss me. hardee har har.

as the concert went on, though, it became clear that mr browne had decided to play only like 5 songs we had ever heard. 'call it a loan' completely destroyed me and i sat there in a puddle of tears, but after that, he proceeded to play a couple hours of unknown songs. this is a man with a million hits! he concluded by switching to electric instruments to play two of the five songs we knew - 'running on empty' and 'take it easy'. i mean, not that the music wasn't lovely, because it was lovely, but it was like going to a lovely concert by someone we had never heard of. afterwards, our fellow concert-goers were all grumbling about the set list.

thusly, i am offering up the disappointing playlist in hopes that it's enough to balance my golden felix felicis day. (i kind of doubt it will be, though, so don't let your guard down!)