Life is seldom perfect.
But tonight, stuck in traffic, eating too much of a bag of salt and vinegar potato chips, I had a near perfect moment.
The clouded over full moon turned the wintery night sky gold. For a moment, amid my sea of break lights, I basked in peace.
And then I got home and a cat had puked on the new couch.
But let me start at the beginning…
Two more weeks before the holidays. By January first, I have two grants due, one report due, a third grant and a second report that I would prefer done. I got the annual appeal to the printer yesterday, two or three weeks late depending on your perspective (but WOW did I learn so much about our FundEZ donor and accounting database. Now I have to review the volunteer graphic designer’s sketches for the annual report.
I have more than 20 years experience in communications, and a whole lot of confidence and creativity, but this nonprofit development stuff is a roller coaster! I love it, especially since I adore the agency’s mission and my coworkers but it’s been a few months of trail by fire.
So that was work.
I laugh a lot at work, or at least I try. Sometimes we all get a little too tense and afraid of making mistakes.
As the type of person who has no issue asking forgiveness instead of permission, I don’t have trouble admitting I did something wrong.
I tell my colleagues, don’t worry I don’t throw people under the bus.
I step right out in front of it.
After work I came home and took my daughter for sandwiches before I drove her to her interior design class at the local community college.
Park Avenue Market
The marching band, the local library, and probably every other fundraising entity around sell hoagie coupons for Park Avenue Market. They have _the best_ sandwiches.
Tonight I got Santa Fe turkey and bacon ranch cheddar. The teen got Lebanon bologna.
But then she saw the A-Treat display.
Everything from pumpkin to sasparilla to cranberry ginger ale. She got “Big Blue.” I got diet orange creamsicle.
We started to eat them in the car, which is why the photos are so dark. And I unwrapped my sandwich upside down and spilled it all over my lap. And a tomato shot right out of my sandwich into the crack between my seat and my console.
“This is why we don’t eat in the car,” I said.
“No,” she said.
“This is why you don’t eat in the car.”