Odd Days of Sheer Perfection

Yesterday morning i had this moment... this strange sort of clarity where i truly felt like i was living the life of my dreams.

it was a surreal sort of clarity... we had gotten our first real snow... clearly coating the entire world and making everything seem crips and clear and perfect....

I was sitting around looking like absolute hell... in a hoodie and some yoga pants... big fluffy slippers and socks on... hair in a messy ponytail and bangs pinned back... nothing short of a bum.... and i know that my boyfriend thinks i am beautiful as he is looking at me while he is pressing his uniform to go on base for the week... (has to be crisp!!) we are watching the second season of the office on dvd, and this is of course after he has gone for his morning run and i have done my pilates, and we are just hanging out, enjoying talking to each other... saying nothing of any importance, nothing that i can recall at this point, and i could not help but thinking about how much i loved my life and the fact that i get to share it with him.

it might be just ever so cliche, but I sat in my recliner yesterday thinking about how lucky i was, our christmas tree is all decorated and it is absolutely perfect and everything i have ever wanted, we've got our stockings hung from the mantle, and i know that the man i love is want of nothing more than to come home to me and just talk to me, just be with me, life truly can get no better than this.

granted i have made my life sound sickeningly perfect, and it is by no means thus. my professional life all but sucks big hairy balls, ok i remove the all but it so very much does do all of the sucking, and i feel that i am drowning under imaginary timelines. but it is mornings like the one i experienced yesterday that remind me that there are things that are worth looking forward to, that no matter how much 98% of my life may totally blow... i still have that 2% which makes me feel ever so amazing.... and gives me the energy to go on!