The title? Referring to today.
Of course, with a hyperbolic title like that, you'll be thinking "OH WOW WHAT BIG WONDERFUL THING HAPPENED TODAY?!"
Nothing. Nothing big happened at all.
I woke up, I had some tea for breakfast (I'd been sick, and not taking breakfast, so I had no food in the house for that purpose). Sat and checked e-mail, read some things. Got up, stretched and warmed up, then did a 4 minute HIIT set, which I didn't think I'd be able to do. In the end, though my final sprint interval was a bit sluggish, and I was wheezing pretty damned good, I finished, and felt good. Human.
Hopped in the shower, got dressed, headed to work.
Did a couple classes in the morning with kids who don't try because their teacher doesn't try. I tried to rile them up, make them angry enough to react instead of sitting there resenting English. Seemed to work, at least a bit. Needs more work though.
Chilled in the staffroom for a period, drank a vitamin drink. Was interrupted at about 11 when the delivery girl stopped at the school with my new V6 CDs that I had to sign and pay for. How did she know I was there! They've never brought stuff to school for me before - always tried my apartment, then left the card for me to call them and arrange. That was pretty cool that she came.
Came home for lunch, chilled, started my blip.fm set, had a coke (a real coke, because there wasn't any Zero in the neighbourhood).
Headed back to work, marked some papers, and suddenly a feeling not-unlike euphoria overtook me. I was happy! I was grinning ear to ear! The sun was shining, bright and warm on my back; the cicadas were singing their last song of the summer; the breeze carried a gentle scent of early autumn blossoms; and I was happy. Not just HAPPY, but ecstaticly, uncontrollably happy.
I cannot, for the life of me, remember the last time I felt like this. The weird nostalgia flavour to the feeling suggests events from high school, or here but four years ago, but I can't place anything specific -- it's a vague, undefined feeling of nostalgia attached to definite feeling of awesome.
I decided to make the most of my good mood, just in case it didn't last (as they never have before), so I wrote postcards to some friends I haven't talked to in a while (postcards which, serendipitously, I had put in my bag at lunchtime). While writing, HMT popped over to ask me how I was feeling, and was pleased when I told him I felt fantastic, though possibly not as pleased as I was that he'd come to talk to me. I smiled wider.
When hometime came, I got my things together and headed out; when I got outside, and felt the breeze, and smelled the air, and saw the beautiful autumn sky, and the sunlight sparkling off the water in my bottle as I took a swig, I was overcome. It was too beautiful. Everything was in sharp, distinct focus, every sense. It was as though I've been living my life in a nondescript woolen sock all these years, and suddenly, clarity came. It brough tears to my eyes, to be quite honest.
I was going to take a picture of the sky, but decided that no, this was one of those things that needs to live on in my memory, so that it can't be cheapened and diminished by my lack of skills, or the low quality of my tools.
I went to the 100yen store, and bought some CD boxes. Found a shopping bag that has ridiculous Engrish on it that I'll share another time. Headed to the supermarket next, bought proper Chiquita bananas for breakfast, and some things for supper. Was greeted by several people I didn't know. Stopped in the garden centre, and saw the cutest little fern for 300 yen that I just had to have. It's like someone just went out into the forest and ripped a part of the forest floor out and put it in a pot. This, I decided, will be my memento of today, in the event I don't feel like this again for a long time. Just in case.
Came home, made supper (a mushroom rice beef thing), listened to music, finished my blip set, finished some post cards, ripped my new CDs, and just existed.
It was awesome.A perfectly ordinary day. Nothing extraordinary, just the norm. Oh, and that small thing of me being the happiest I've ever been. If I didn't know better, I'd think I was altered in some way -- my meds affecting my mind, the spirochetes burrowing into my pleasure centers, or something. I don't care to understand why I feel this way, really -- I just know I do, and I want to feel this way for a long, long time.
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