Mix of Sun and Cloudsy

I love to laugh. Yes, it's true. Most people think they feel the same way but just don't seem as committed to regular laughter as I feel. I am usually restrained enough to resist laughing at my own goofy remarks. And there are those days when it takes even less than usual to send me ripping down a laughing jag. Bless my heart, it happened when I read the forecast a while back and it just goes with the photo. Forecast from the NY1 website weather department: Mix of sun and cloudsy. Cloudsy. I feel it. I loved that I had never heard the word, that it totally fit, and that I received a much needed reminder that all humans as, in fact, human! Whew! Thinking of this unusual forecast on a regular basis keeps me lighter and helps slightly in reminding myself that I just can't be perfect. Perfection isn't usually any fun anyway!

I had one of those days on Monday that is all running - literally. So many appointments, so much work, a dash of anxiety, a sprinkling of dental discomfort - the recipe for a true Monday. As I raced from errand to errand, appointment to office to project, I forced myself to try to be more present. It's something I am now focused on (for a variety of reasons) and MAN is it hard! I pas the New York Library a dozen times a month. I have been in once, probably a decade ago. I did not forget the celestial mural on the top floor. It is dramatic, light, beautiful, cotton candy joy. As I passed the library, walking particularly quickly to try to dry my sweat matted hair in my own manufactured walk-breeze, I chastised myself for continuing to miss out on it and promised to return.. I walked on (picture mall walker here). Then stopped. And thought, hey, NOW. When is now a good time? In the end, I spent more time in the bag checking/ security lines than I did under the pink-lavender cloudsy but I was smiling. And still am.