As I sat in my car late Saturday night, a nine-minute song
finishing on my iPod and my windshield wipers sweeping water in sync with the
music, I realized that I was truly in the thick of my own unique life. I felt a
strong ownership over every dumb thing I've done, every banal or flat moment that
I've waded through, every moment that turned out not quite like I'd planned. I smiled that I am eating canned beans
heated on the stove because I spent too much money on a pair of Italian shoes.
I accepted my nights curled up in my leather chair watching a movie alone. I honored
the big questions, the great kisses, the sometimes sad mornings, and the long
Sunday afternoons. I embrace them because they are mine. Despite it all and
because of it all, I am living in the nougat of my own life.
So here is to being in the thick of it, whether it involves
living in someone's basement, cheerios in a car seat, or too many baked beans
for one week. Here is to our own beautiful existence, whatever it brings.
Here's to our nougat.
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