So I have been in the house all weekend getting over a cold. And then today, a friend of mine insisted that they ride for 1 hour to come visit me and my city. And as much as I tried to overt their plans, they eventually won the battle. If it were up to me, I would have been in the house all day, after being in Friday and Saturday also, with no problems.
So we started at a bar and had a few drinks, trying to communicate as much as possible in Spanish. Then we visited a discoteca to listen to some live music and dance a little bit. While there were a few moments where I could’ve allowed for things to get under my skin (a veces, la gente simplemente no te entienden), they did not! Other than me not allowing for things to bother me, tonight for some reason it was pretty easy. And also, I am trying to be nice 😉 Estoy bien conmigo mismo y con los demás. #unbesitoSOLOparaestanoche
Something about this night has inspired me. I am not sure what it is. Perhaps it was because I needed to get out the house and breath in the crisp, fresh (cold) Spain air. Or perhaps it is because I have a few alcoholic beverages in my system. Maybe it is because I got to dance a little after not dancing for weeks. Or possibly it was being able to speak to my family via Skype and see the excitement on their faces because they had the opportunity to see mine.
Whatever it is. I am inspired. And so appreciative of these moments. Because they do not come as often as I’d like. And to top off my evening, I came home to mis niños pequeños. They were so excited to see me and were eager to play. It lit up my heart that I could put a smile on their faces. Even though one of them turned around muy rapido to call me “mala” when it was time for him to go to bed. It didn’t bother me one bit because I understood his frustration.
We can be inspired by so many things. Perhaps a bad breakup resulting in an excruciating heartbreak. Or losing a loved one. Or being let go from your job. But when good moments come around that breed inspiration, I think it is something to be recognized and celebrated. Because sometimes it is easier to dwell on the bad, versus celebrating the good.
My life is in no way perfect. There are many things I could find to complain about. There are many ways I could try to victimize myself and say how the world is against me. But what good would that do me? There are so many people out there who are without. Without family. Without food and shelter. Without a friend to lean on. And while my life may not be deemed “perfect” in the eyes of others, it is my version of perfection.
The fact that I am able to find inspiration from the good that is occurring in my life. That is perfection. This happiness that I feel is overwhelmingly beautiful. And I am looking forward to more moments like these.
Listen to this song by Jill Scott, “He Loves Me“. While the love of a man did not inspire me today. I hope you can find a way to mirror these lyrics with whatever is inspiring you, just as I did…
This is for you. Can you hear the music in me? You insight me to co-write. With love, Nico