I had a nice experience this morning and i feel like i need to write it down while it still resonates with me. To preface, let me tell you about my weekend. I flew to Boston to surprise one of my best friends and celebrate the launch of her new book. Hold please, for shameless plug:
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Anyhoo, I went to visit her and it was a perfect weekend. Boston was warm and sunny and I had such a great time catching up with my friend. I ate a lot of delicious food and had the pleasure of meeting her coworkers and relatives. It struck me later what a fantastic life she had and I told my mom over the phone that I was pretty jealous. Not jealous in a green monster petty kind of way, but just that as an outsider looking in, I could recognize and appreciate a good situation. I mean, talk about a great apartment, great job, great friends, great family, a successful passion turned hobby turned career… Sounds like the full package! I sulked a bit, feeling a little sorry for myself that I hadn’t written a book and I didn’t have a patio with cute furniture. Why couldn’t my family live close enough to drive on over for brunch? I want a non-Ikea couch, too! Poor Lex, boo hoo.
Then today, at yoga, as we finished an awesome practice, I was rolling up my mat and the woman next to me turns and says “Don’t you just feel amazing? We have nothing like this in <insert whatever city she said she was from>. You’re so lucky you can come here all the time!” Then she trotted off happily, unaware of what a reality check she just gave me. Thank you, kind stranger, for that little dose of perspective. I left feeling very grateful for my own life and much, much better.
Besides, who cares where my couch is from? The dog is going to chew on it anyways.
Have a great day, everyone!