So, yesterday was a Bad Day. They happen. But alas, philisophical equanimity rarely happens during Bad Days.
No, the Bad rules us, tearing us down, making us bitchy and cranky and ready to spew all of our anger into the perfect vessel: hockey.
For those who missed it, or don’t care and so need the briefest reminder to understand the rest of this post, last night the Canucks (that would be Vancouver’s hockey team) won the Western Conference finals. What that really means is that we’re now going to be in the Finals for the Stanley Cup. That’s four wins until it’s ours for the first time. WOOHOO!! And last night was an absolutely freakingly marvelous game.
So I worked out some of my aggression last night via hockey. But still was in a semi-bad mood today that was aggravated by coming down with some kind of bug (yes, I feel physically crappy right now).
I checked my mailbox (the physical one at work) and in it was an envelope. I opened it and found a note from a co-worker, the one who had the fortune to be at Rogers Arena for the big game last night. We’d been talking about hockey fandom and my desire for a jersey yesterday.
She hoped I’d enjoy a couple small souvenirs.
In the envelope was a poster/waybill from the event and a souvenir towel that was used at the game (we have this towel power tradition, where we wave white towels over our heads in celebration, usually of goals, see it in action on youtube). Putting aside the wonderful mojo of that towel (it really was an intense game and a significant one), the power of the gift hit me with a heart-splitting sledgehammer.
It wasn’t expected. This co-worker and I are friendly to each other, but not close in any sense. So there was not even a hint of this gift possibility in my worldview.
It was a surprise, freely given, and damn near made me cry from the joy of it. Her small gift changed my day. I’m still sick, and still moody over a couple of things, but the balance has shifted and the world has a rosy, if overly hot, headachy, and nauseous glow.
Thank you, lovely lady, for making my day.
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Rest up, the B’s are coming 8)
hehe, the Bruins, right? Bring it on!