Well, truthfully, it is a gorgeous day outside. However, I am inside at work, and don’t really want to be here today. It’s going to be a long day. I’ve been doing great with work all week, and then today hit and… I dunno. Bored and unmotivated.
However, just now, outside of Macy’s, an old man told me I was beautiful. I smiled politely and thanked him. Don’t hear that very often – I doubt anyone does. Except maybe Angelina Jolie. She probably hears a leveling amount of criticism though, too. And really, would you want to hear that all the time? Wouldn’t it cease to have meaning? I didn’t mean it to sound like a complaint. I happen to run into people every now and then who have set “making others smile” as their life goal. One of the guards at the info desk in our building is that way – first time I walk past him in a day, it’s smile and hello. Then every time after that, it’s “that’s a beautiful sweater,” or “enjoy your snack,” or “I really like those earrings.” It’s very sweet, and without fail it makes me smile. Of course, I don’t walk past him very often right now because I try to spend as much time outside, which means not taking the escalator short-cut
My hair feels really nice today. Which probably means that it looks like crap. But it feels really nice. (Had a haircut yesterday.) On my way home, I realized that while I’d had a dentist appointment, gone to work, gotten my hair cut, and done my grocery shopping, at no point in the day had I been more than 2 miles from my house. Which brought my thoughts in parallel with…
“Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, not small, but valuable. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.” -You’ve Got Mail
That was much more poignant last night, I promise. It doesn’t seem as deep of a thought in the daylight hours. C’est la vie.
I need a project at work. I could make one up, if only I could think of something that needs doing.