I took a minute to consider that I might be confusing tears of sadness with the unfamiliar welling up of a joyful expression.
I didn't think so.
"Why? What happened today that would make me feel so happy?" I wondered to myself. "I had a perfectly ordinary day." This is what I did:
- Got up late (9:30 AM)
- Drank coffee, read the online paper
- Started laundry
- Cleared the hardwoods of clutter and mopped them
- I returned a gift for which I had no receipt with no hassle given
- Picked up a special order at the bookstore for my sweetie
- Discovered an item I wanted at Crate and Barrel, while advertised, was no longer available
- Returned a handful of superfluous gifts I purchased for others in exchange for things I needed (bird seed, hair products, birthday cards)
- Braved the long lines at Trader Joes in exchange for $55 worth of coffee, faux meat products and frozen foods
- Drank 12 ounces of carrot juice
- Went on a duck buying odyssey that came up short
- Picked up three books at the library
- Filled the bird feeder
- Emptied the recycling and took out the trash.
So why so happy?
I think because my day felt like it was completely my own. I felt accomplished in my errands. I didn't let irritating traffic, shopping frustrations, or a lack of nourishing food get me down. And right now, at 4:11 PM on a gray Saturday night, I don't feel like there is anything else I HAVE to do tonight.
So what am I going to do? I've lit candles around the house and am surrounded by a peaceful glow. I'm going to pour a glass of wine soon, start preparations for an early dinner, and then settle into the couch with one of my borrowed books.
Today was perfectly, awesomely, ordinary.