None of us stand still, which is both a good thing and a bad thing. We all have those perfect times, whether they’re a moment, a week, a month, or an event that we’d like to freeze forever and never let go.
I know that for some people, high school or college have their perfect moments, when they felt that all was right with the world. While I did have some good times, I always felt out of place, as if I was trying to force myself to be something or someone I wasn’t. I was known for being different, and not caring that I was different, and while that was true, of course there was a part of me that yearned to learn the secret that everyone else seemed to know. Other people got invited to parties, talked to strangers, and laughed over stuff I didn’t find remotely funny. I just didn’t get it.
For me, my moments of perfection mostly come in snatches of time. I’m in my yard, birds are singing, and the air has a sweet hint of growing things. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, and the writing goes well. I’m in the bathtub, reading a book, and the water is the perfect temperature. I’m hanging out with friends at a backyard BBQ, and for a little while, I know that I’m okay to be who I am.
I can’t freeze and hold those moments forever, and I probably wouldn’t appreciate them if I could. What’s your perfect moment?
Doree Weller 