Perfect

Morning

The birds are chirping, sun is shining, and I am ahead of time. The air feels balmy, 70 degrees already and it is only 7am. I feel like I am inside a Jill Scott song, that good.

Taking a different path to work, stop into Dolores Park Cafe for one latte with foam that looks like a soft billowy cloud. Arrive to the 7:30am meeting precisely at 7:28. Catch up with a co-worker at the door. Around the table the BYOC boasts, Starbuck's, Phil's and my Dolores Park fix.

The meeting continues, and I have moved on to my wheat bagel with cream cheese and tomato. I think about the last time I ate this, craving a tomato at the Sierra Nevada World Music Festival, unknowingly holding up the line so they could find and slice one roma tomato onto my bagel. My sense memory leads me away from the meeting, daydreaming about my near perfect summer so far.

It has been a long week, with difficult lessons on many fronts. No matter what, my friends echo, I did the right thing: Sometimes that is not easily understood, or remarkable to any one but those involved. Yet I see the value in confronting the uncomfortable, the difficult, the things that happen and sometimes we would rather not know.

Looking at the week I know, sometimes doing the right thing is the most difficult thing at all...but the flipside, let me say, to be able to move forward in the world, clear, and without fear, can not be put into words. Maybe that is why love, feels so good, and takes so much courage.

I think I found my summer anthem...

if i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
handled all of my history
would you go along with someone like me

i did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about our own folks
talkin' 'bout our own stuff
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you

usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one would surprise me unless you do

i can tell there's something goin' on
hours seem to disappear
everyone is leaving i'm still with you

it doesn't matter what we do
where we are going to
we can stick around and see this night through

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about our own folks
talkin' 'bout our own stuff
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you

talking only me and you
talking only me and you

Young Folks by Peter, Bjorn & John ft. Victoria Bergsman