Sunday, March 8, 2009
Imperfect, But Still Good
So, I was alone in the men's room at Coco's restaurant, standing at a urinal and thinking about how good life is.
It was a Saturday morning and Domestic Partner and I had decided to go out for a leisurely breakfast. We had just ordered and I needed to wash my hands. I was physically exhausted but still on an emotional endorphin high from the night before, having re-opened the second extension of the 99 Cents Only Calendar Girl Competition. I had a blast doing my first performance.
All of the work of rehearsal is over. It was time to relax and savor the sheer joy of performing live again. And I had the whole Saturday stretched out before me, before the evening's performance, a whole day to attend to what had been neglected. I actually looked forward to buying groceries, doing laundry and vacuuming.
I felt content and peaceful, savoring also the anticipation of seeing close friends in England next month, shortly after the show closes.
It was then that I finally noticed that my aim was off. I was missing the urinal and wetting the tiled floor of Coco's men's room.
Life is good. It sure ain't perfect, but it's good.