Lovely day.

 

What a delightful time I'm having just being in the world.  Today was a work day. I get up at 5.30 am, shower, spend a bit of time repairing the sleep damage to my face (I love putting my make-up on - it's almost as if I'm painting someone else's face and I so enjoy the intricacy of the process, even if the result is sometimes wanting), check e-mail, down a quick coffee and I'm off.  I drive to the nearby underground station, buy my Times, get on the train and usually get a seat (it's not quite 7 am) and read the paper for the 40 minutes of so it takes me to get to where I work.  I then drop my things, make sure the training room is set up right and go to the staff restaurant and have my breakfast.  After 30 minutes of reading the rest of the newspapers  I go back to my room and then begin to run my training day.  I enjoy the diversity courses I run and have finally, after 25 years of doing this,  found a way to be completely at ease, relaxed and totally myself.  At the same time I impart the information to the course participants with humour and a lightness that we all enjoy.  I leave by 4.45 pm and am home by about 5.45 pm.  Altogether, a nice day.

The train journey home is always so interesting.  Londoners are a strange lot.  Not the most attractive nation of people and totally disparate.  Very few cool Londoners smile and even fewer meet your eyes in any way. I usually stand part of the way home and take that as some sort of compliment since maybe it means I don't yet look old enough to be offered a seat. There are often one or two couples sitting draped over each other staring into each other's lovesick eyes oblivious to the rest of us.  There is sometimes a too well-dressed gentleman who looks like he got lost on his way to his tailors. He will be wearing well-worn, good quality brogue shoes, a pin-stripe suit and a cashmere-blend overcoat. He carries an old, but fine-quality leather case and I often fantasize about what might be in the case - lunch, a legal brief, photos of his mistress? Occasionally I see a woman dressed head-to-toe in one colour, sometimes purple, sometimes red and less often, all green.  The bag, the shoes, the coat, the gloves all matching.  So strangely entertaining.

When I come into my house, I throw down my things, take off my shoes and flop, literally,  for a while.  I need in-between time before I feel ready to approach the idea of cooking dinner. It's nice if I've made dinner the day before and don't have to throw something quick together.  Usually after a day's work I want to go on the 'Eat Fat, Get Fat' diet. This is never mentioned in any of the thousands of diet books, but trust me, it's really satisfying.  Basically it means eating exactly what you want, when you want it.  Revolutionary, and when it's done free of guilt, it's wonderful.

As I begin to relax I check my mail and think about what to write in my daily blog.  This has  become a wonderful outlet for my creativity and for my ranting.  I love doing this and don't much mind what I write about.  Every day is different.  Some days I feel really sentimental and write about my family, childhood and precious memories.  Other days I need to express frustrations, anger and generally vent my feelings. 

And then there are days like today; days when I feel so good to just be in the world that I find it hard to express in words.  It's an expansive feeling, a contentment that seems to stretch out and cover my whole universe. The feeling and sense that I carry within me now is an undefinable goodness.  Not at all sure why, don't know what brings it on, don't know how long it will last, but knowing that it's there right now is great!

As my guru used to say, "Enough for today".