Thursday, July 10, 2008

Happiness at my Heels

I had a very happy moment the other night as I sat at my local cafe bar in my gym clothes: spandex, a track t-shirt, and my hair pulled up on the top of my head, the way I wear it when I have no one to impress and nothing to hide. Sipping mint tea and conjugating french verbs to the bee-bop-be-dooo of live jazz. I was joined shortly thereafter by my 'other half' and while we giggled through fistfuls of homemade cookies, I was struck by a feeling of absolute contentment. Despite the killer humidity, grueling work schedule, and financial hardship I fight daily as a twenty-something young professional, life in Washington is actually quite lovely.

I am grateful for moments that remind me why.