Lately I've been really obsessed with questions about reality and generations and future and politics and emotional turmoil and thankfully today I was freed a bit from my thinking. The sun's glorious warmth and busting out my cropped pants for the first time all year added to the ease of the mind. It's amazing how a little bit of a wardrobe change can solidify the shift. Today was supposed to get to 80 and did not disappoint, though yes there still is a snowpile out side the work windows. This is a weird, weird place, this state.
My friend called to see what time I got off work, and I met Liz and Paul at my apartment, changed quickly and took the forested trail to Linear Park (which, for some reason, I can't stop calling Learner, b/c I can't seem to 'learn' the correct name--get it?? bah.). I got way too excited about the creek that wound beside the path, as I am a recovering kayaker who is unable to stop the planning of vicarious paddling routes of any and all bodies of moving water. This creek would have been KILLER if I was half my size. I would probably paddle it now just to make myself feel better about my skills, but as I haven't paddling in a long time it would probably work me anyway. Dammit. Anyway, so we find a nice grassy area and Paul proceeds to set up a rather wide croquet golf course, and the games commence. Down the hill, under the picnic table, deflect off the trash can, move those dang sticks, etc. It was a rousing game and a beautiful time to do it.
Back to the apt in time for the new Gilmore Girls (Lorelai Gilmore is my TV BFF. don't judge me) while Paul cooked for us (WOOHOO!). And if you add in the Yancy's Fancy cheese with triscuits and green apples it's like heaven!
Basically, everything about this afternoon/evening clicked. It flowed and it was, it simply was and what a refreshing thing simply being can be, when being is so relentlessly complicated. I can exhale into the spring, and feel myself gain life again. I waited to exhale, and I finally can.
(Hence the Angela Basset comment..."Waiting to Exhale"? Oh nevermind.)
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