Convent

Today I felt especially human. Normally a work day would be fairly routine. My perfunctory nine hours of time in the office and the gym on a good day. I'd maybe eke out another hour or so with Erin or else meet up with a friend to catch up over a beer. Today though, somehow more happened. All compressed into one day. I learned my friend's son came through eye surgery ok. I re-did some work I wasn't satisfied with and made it something to be proud of. At happy hour, I bonded with a guy I had always meant to hang out with more often. I think we're actually friends now. Despite the buzz, I still made it to the gym for a full work out. I heard two inspiring stories on The Moth podcast that filled me with emotion, both happy and sad. One man who realized his dreams and another man who's dreams were torn from him. I found out that a burger place I walk by every day, Meister Burger, is far better than the one I normally go to. And cheaper. Another friend, Sadie, called me up last minute and told me about a lovely acoustic music show at an old convent less than a block from my apartment. I used to walk by that building every day on the way to work and had no idea what was in there, nor any idea that I'd ever go inside. The space was beautiful as were the audience and the talent. The concert took place in a petite candle lit chapel the size of a very large dining room. I didn't realize that twenty-somethings had any interest in folk music. But maybe there is a resurgence. Who knows. Sadie's friend Adam performed. It was his first public appearance after having a near death car accident last year. His family and friends were clearly proud and relieved to see him back on stage again. It felt like life was swirling around me today.So much real life. What a full day.