I got myself a cup of decaf tea this morning, and as I was steeping the bag, the Kinks “Lola” started running through my head (“El Oh El Ay”). Then I went back to my desk, and opened an email from a co-worker wanting me to investigate a client’s account.
The client’s name?
I finished examining the account and sat at my desk thinking how much better and more fulfilling my life would be if I was an artist. A flesh-and-blood artist, and not just someone who knows how to make obscene stick figures. How I could never be, because I was so old. Remembered that Grandma Moses didn’t start painting til she was, what, 80 years old? That made me feel better. I bumped into a co-worker of mine a few minutes later who teaches special art projects at her kids’ school. I asked her who the next artist would be that she’d introduce to the kids.
“Yes”, I said to Suicidal-Guy-In-Loveless-Marriage during our IT Projects meeting this morning, before he even said, “Are you done testing the email project?”
“He’ll be late today”, I said to myself before I called the extension of the warehouse guy who let us run out of Kleenex…and the phone rang and rang….
I now have a funny feeling in my stomach, a Christmas feeling, a vacation feeling, a lightheadedness of delight sprinkled with anticipation.
Maybe I should play the lottery….