It's 5:25 on a Saturday evening. If it was winter, this would be straight up night. But since it's only summer, I more like to think of it as evening. It's 5:26 now. And I'm drinking coffee. Hot coffee. Sitting on my patio in the 84 degree weather.
I'm maybe not normal.
I have been working on writing a little ditty of a story and a few minutes ago, I looked up and saw my reflection in my laptop screen and couldn't help but chuckle. Blonde wind blown all over hair with serious roots...
Here's where I digress and say that on Thursday I turned to a group of ladies, grabbed a chunk of my locks, and said, "Now I'm not sure if you can tell this, but this is not my real hair color."
Here's where I really digress again and say that I have a hair appointment on Monday.
Now back to my reflection. Crazy hair I ended up holding back with my fingers. Glasses. And a very distinguished forehead wrinkle crease thing between my eyes. Like I was seriously concentrating. I was. It wasn't "like a" situation. I was concentrating on what I was writing. Thinking. Pursed lips and all.
I was focused.
Until I became distracted with the joy of reflective objects.
Look Something Shiny Syndrome. I have that.
But here's what else I know I have.
A sense of peace with who I am.
I am at peace with myself. It took me 28 years to get here. To the place where I can honestly say I get who I am.
And I'm happy with who I am.
I can't tell you how I arrived at this place; it's not a series of pin pointable moments or a book of how-to's. I don't know the why and the how. I suppose it's different for everyone. Sow your own oats right?
But I can tell you that I hope everyone gets there. Life is way too short to not enjoy the shit out of your own company.
I officially will now go back to what I originally was working on. It's 5:39 now. 14 minutes of distract-ability at its finest. Dang those shiny objects.