There is something very encouraging to me about being out late on a weeknight. It always makes me think about how things would have been different had I actually gotten married back in 2007. Surely if I was a married woman, I would probably be getting ready for bed around 11 o clock instead of getting ready to go out. I wouldn't get to see the skyline sparkle on a blunt cruise from Rittenhouse to Old City. I wouldn't get to eat decadent food and Belgian beer, or be inspired by my creative friends. I wouldn't have gotten to sit in the comfiest chair in the world while a secret band played a secret concert just for me.
Had things gone according to plan, I probably would have slept through what have been some of the most awesome moments of the past two years. I probably never would have gotten to know so many of the amazingly talented, creative and incredible people that are now a part of my life. I came to this realization a very long time ago, but the approach of summer reinforces it for me.
The summer makes everything exciting again. The men come out of the woodwork and surviving gives way to living. Its the little things that have been getting to me, a smile from across the classroom that prompts an involuntary one and makes me blush (no easy feat), a rose made out of a paper napkin, my friends playing their guitars...
No papers to write or research to do, the highest priorities this weekend are to shop for a crazy hat and move the baby zinnias from their nursery to the patio, go on a date with goodboy and see the world champions of baseball with my bestest friend in the whole widest world.
Payday comes but once a month, make it count!
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