So much of my life has been tenacious working toward something, never taking time to stop, never having too much time to think. But right now I’m sitting on a couch in a city I love, while the girl I love sleeps in my room next door. I have a stack of papers to grade and a power point to make and I should shower and prepare my coffee for the morning. But all I can do is sit here, my toes freezing on the only cold weekend of the winter in my favorite denim shirt listening to a Paul Dempsey song over and over. I don’t know where I will be working in the fall, I don’t know when I’ll ever get that Phd I want, or if I’ll ever write that book I’ve always dreamt of writing. But right now I can listen to this song over and over and I have this overwhelming feeling that I am in the right place at the right time. No wishing for something else, no stress, just happiness. No matter what happens, no matter where I end up, I will always have been happy on this day. Like the unbearable lightness of being, somewhere this moment will always be.
