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1 hour and 16 minutes push lawnmower aerobics which was 2.2 miles according to Strava / front / side / back yard and the ditch behind the fence. prepping for possible tropical weather heading my way this weekend.
06162021 - small things on my desk that give me some joy. i don't know about you, but little things like the fluff on these bunny tail plants, or the shine on my lotus bookmark, or even the asymmetrical way my bubble candle burns sometimes ... it gives me such joy. like, those moments where i catch myself admiring these trivial things is when i realize how deeply engulfed in beauty we are.
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Two years ago, on the train home from university a young mother sat across from me on a diagonal. I had one earphone in and the other rolling between my fingers, so I could hear when the train arrives at my stop. Due to this I was able to hear this young mom talk on the phone. It’s the reason I knew she was a young mom at all. She spoke on the phone to a schools administration, trying to figure out where her kid would go to school after she moved jobs. She sounded tired and exasperated. The train began to move.
In hope of giving her some privacy I focused on the music playing in my other ear. I love music a lot, so much so I usually can’t help but mouth along to the words or do little dances in my seat. That’s exactly what I did that did. I couldn’t care what people on the train think. In reality I am just someone in passing.
The young mom and I ended up getting off on the same stop. A rare coincidence, considering my stop is uncommon compared to others on this route. While walking across the platform, towards the exit, she catches up with me and taps my shoulder.
“You enjoying your music made my day. Thank you,” she said.
It was oddly sincere coming from a stranger. I think I struggled out a “thank you,” and we both left the station. Never to cross paths again. I mean even if we did, I wouldn’t recognize her. My memory is poor these days.
I think about this young mom a lot, because we weren’t just strangers in passing. She taught me a valuable lesson about shame and enjoyment and about life. Probably, without even knowing. Now, when I am in the mood, I make it a point to dance, hum, or mouth along to whatever is playing in my head phones. I make it a point to enjoy life publicly, in hopes that it will remind someone that life is worth enjoying, like it did for that young mom.