You know those moments that are so awesome you can grab them and hold put them in your pocket to take out later and still enjoy them? My favorite of those moments of all time was last June. I had just sold the coffee shop I was not wanting to own and had this massive life plan ahead of me. I was taking a two week break between the old and the new to embark on a road trip. I spent the first three days driving across the country singing along to my favorite 50 CDs and my talkative son was bouncing behind me in the back seat. We had a detailed trip plan which included stopping at every single last one of “The World’s Largest…” oddball roadside attractions in the more than 3000 miles of highway we traveled. What made that moment was not that we were going on the super-fun-and-relaxing-at-the-same-time trip. It was that the final day of my employment ended on such a repulsively disturbing note that the act of walking out the door and starting up the ignition was quite possibly the purest form of joy I had ever felt. Yeah it’s darn cheesy, but it was Thelma and Louise-esque and someday I will own the rights to the story and you will pay 8.50 to watch it.
I have had other moments like that, and certainly not all were bittersweet. I recently got an complementary email that made my entire decade. I went to my first ever parent teacher meeting this fall and after weeks of wondering if my son was doing well I found out that he had received the highest scores on the reading and math skills tests of all the kids in his kindergarten (I am unapologetically bragging here)
But I want to have these moments more often. And they cannot be created. I think you just have to leave opportunity in your life for such moments. I think there is only one such solution to my craving. I need to go on another trip. Or maybe there’s two, I could win the lottery.
You know all those people you have had your lottery pact with? You know the one: If I ever win the lottery, you get a chunk. What a stupid thing to say.