happy-go-lucky kind of person

Today was one of those lucky days again! I am a truly lucky person actually. But on the other hand, if I wasn’t so oblivious, I wouldn’t need so much luck. It’s mostly non-structured, clumsy people who need luck. Right? You can get somewhere with hard work and determination, or you can be lucky. Statistically there is such a thing as unlucky people, so there must be lucky folks out there as well.

It’s Monday morning and the first snow is falling. And everybody who has ever been in a city when the first snow fall knows what happens: chaos. Car accidents, canceled trains, and frozen people to just name a few. Lucky for me I had managed to park my car very close to my house when I came home on Friday night. Only it wasn’t there. Very strange. Since I’m not a “car person” – I can only recognize a few older once like Volvo P1800, Ford Mustang (1966-1968), Jaguar and Citroen etc – I don’t always find my car until I see the license plate. Or maybe it’s because I have a Saab that looks like a Volvo. Who knows. So I wonder around in the heavy snowfall and try to read license plates hidden under what just looks like snow-piles. Nothing. As I’m already late and have meetings and a long day ahead in the office, I take the bus instead. Although my workday was hectic, I did manage to call the police and report the car stolen.

The work day was long and didn’t even give me time to fix my social calendar (AKA calling and chitchatting with friends). We work as a team and three of us stayed until about ten when I called a cab that drove around town and dropped us off. When I get to my street I realize its “cleaning day” (parking not permitted) for the streets around my apartment complex, and it would be very easy to find an abandoned car… And my luck is back! My car has been safely parked outside the police station all weekend and all day today – since that’s where I left in on Friday. Well, what can I say? I’m just a lucky person I guess.

status quo

We where put on this earth to accomplish a certain amount of tasks. Right now I’m so far behind I will never die!
Have no idea who said this first...

moments

Surely we have all had moments that we wish could last forever. Or at least bottle up and save for a sad or rainy day. I know I have had plenty of those. A lot of them happened when nature have surpassed my most vivid imaginations of beauty and excellence. As when you have been hiking up a mountain and when reaching the top you can see what’s on the other side and it makes you catch your breath! Or start running on a trail in woods you have never been in before. A path where the leaves have changed color to yellow, orange and red, and form a beautiful colored portal that smells wonderful. If the air is full of oxygen – if it just rained for instance – than the whole running experience will be something to savor! Those moments. The nature moments I always want to bottle up and save for a day when I need to be reminded of the beautiful things around us.

Music also creates those moments. Certain songs give me Goose bumps! It could be the lyrics, the voice or the melody. Or even just a few notes of those. A lot of times, the song can help bring back – at least the memory of – the moment. That’s not always a good thing though. Breaking up with a guy is usually hard enough as it is. Basically every single song they play on the radio is about love. How uplifting is that to hear when your heart is aching and feel like you will never love again? It’s like being forced to fast before an operation or something, and have to spend the entire time in a gourmet food store. Painful!

Sitting in a concert hall or at the opera, when the lights are dimming and the orchestra starts playing: that is a moment I wish could last forever! Thankfully enough, it’s not difficult to recreate. It’s just go to another concert and opera basically.

And then there are people. With some people you get to have moments you wish could last forever. I think that’s why people get married: in hope to have that moment – if not every day, so at least: - many more times forever after. Good moments become an addiction. Once you have one: you want more. It’s like you never want to go to bed (or fall asleep…) cause than you might miss it. Or if the moment is over a cup of coffee or maybe a burger: you want that coffee or food to last forever. Cause who knows what will happen after that. Was it just the moment that was good? Or was it because of the person you where with? It’s like with first dates. Mine have almost with out exception been wonderful. Both people are curious, want to make a good impression, old enough not to be too nervous and it’s usually in a nice setting. If I had died driving away from one of those dates, I would have died happy cause I thought I met the perfect man for me. But reality is that when times are good and the party is on: you can feel connected with almost anyone. That just doesn’t count. It’s who you want to be with every morning and when the car breaks down, when your co-workers have been nasty, when you just feel like watching TV in your sweats and well, you get the picture. When things are not fantastic and glowing: that’s what counts. Who do you want by your side: both walking along on a fantastic beach in the sunset and when the wind blows so hard you can barely stay on the path? That’s your moment person.