ode to some-days

The some-days are probably my most favorite. They aren't official holidays or birthdays or specific days of the week. They are the days that take you by surprise and usually come without warning when you need them the most. They have their own pace and flavor. They seem unusually long for no other reason than that they are wonderful. Experiencing something special in the seemingly un-special is an underrated thing.

Some-days are best served unexpectedly. For a calculated person, such as me, you need to be on alert and ready to drop your plans and expectations and give into it because you know it’ll be worth it. Time enjoyed outdoors and no more that $25 spent was all it took and the rest was just details.

Even though there’s ice cream in the freezer, on a some-day you’ll head to Dairy Queen. Sure I’m one greasy meal away from my “old” weight, or in this case a Blizzard, but that battle’s for another day.

You’ll stare at plastic yard games a Target on until agreeing on an item and be surprised at the hours of fun that ensue with the sunburn to prove it.

All you crave is guacamole so you’ll make fajitas to justify a meal centered on a dip option…and I make a mean guac.

Imagine Dragons is the soundtrack of the day with a few improv moments of air guitar and drum riffs to laugh about.

This is a mere reminder for myself if anything. These days do come. There are still special moments despite everything. They help break up the waiting. They keep things manageable and grounded. They launch me forward, closer towards acceptance of whatever it is I need to acceptance…for now, or maybe for longer.