Sitting, working quietly at my desk. Thinking about how much I love my new, office-job free life. How happy I am. How much I like doing PR.
Sunlight streams in through south facing windows, bright on the outside, but muted in my bedroom, strained through drawn plastic blinds, like liquid through a colander.
Three stories down, trucks amble down Mass Ave., noisy despite their mufflers.
Suddenly I am struck by a craving, a deep, intense, core of my being longing. It is the kind of longing that can only be triggered by the perfect conflux of sensory images, by a just right stream of light, the familiar timbre of a squeaking truck axle, and the faint scent of laundry detergent, wafting up from my sweatshirt.
Everything in the right proportion, at the right moment. All of this, coming together, making me long for and crave a television set, a comfy couch, and reruns of one of my favorite TV shows:
The Golden Girls.
I am lucky that I do not have a TV because if I did, I would swathe myself in a blanket, march out to my living room, and settle deep into my roommate’s black leather couch. I would grab the remote and hungrily surf the channels until I found the show that I would for some inexplicable reason give anything to watch right now. I would feel an overwhelming sense of peace settle into my cells as the first few chords of the theme song rang out.
Thank you for being a friend…
Travel down the road and back again…
I do not know why I want to watch The Golden Girls right now. I am happy today, energetic, in a good mood, delighted & totally not bored by my work. I feel productive. I am having a good day.
Yet for some reason, if I could settle in with Rose, Dorothy, Blanche, and Sofia, I think I’d be a million times happier right now, at this very instant.
Insights are welcome…and if you don’t have any, Happy Tuesday!