Today I did something that I really never thought I would. After work, I went to the nearby park and kicked the ball around. Yes, that’s right, the guy who doesn’t get the World Cup, kicked the soccer ball around. I ran up and down the shortened field like a little boy–and yes I am sore now, and looking forward to much the same tomorrow, perhaps it will be even worse.
While it was fun, I didn’t select it as today’s perfect moment. Upon reflection, it certainly could have, but my own self designated rules is that I right about “the” perfect moment. For myself, the ESL teacher, “the” usually signifies one. And if I am going to pick one, that one isn’t it.
Instead, I choose the beer after the activity. It was a time to unwind and wait for the muscles to cramp up. It was a time to talk and joke, perhaps even scan the room for attractive people. I don’t know if it was the activity beforehand, but it just felt right. Today’s Perfect Moment is drinking beer in a sports bar with far too many televisions and short skirt clad waitresses. Not bad for a Friday afternoon.