The Rare View From The Alp

Ever have one of those days where nothing goes wrong, where everything is golden?

Athletes refer to it as being in The Zone. Others may call it Utopia; you may refer to it as Zen. Whatever. Point is: every so often, the stars align perfectly, or as close to perfect as we mortals can expect.

Though there has been no tangible payout as of yet, that was one of those days for me today.

Completely unrelated: something rare happened to me today; I had a formal job evaluation. The last job I had that demanded an actual written evaluation was at least five years ago.

When I worked in the political arena, the job evaluation occurred almost daily.

You knew your performance was lagging when a size 13 firmly lodged itself in your posterior; likewise, your performance was deemed barely passable when it was temporarily free of such obstruction.

But my good day had little to do with that. My self worth is rarely tied to what happens, or doesn't, at the office. However, I can no more explain my sunny days than the days a rain cloud follows me, and only me, around.

On the drive home, I purposefully tried to court melancholy. I pulled up all the sad songs I could find. Hello Walls. Hello Trouble. Anything by Hank Williams.

Didn't work. Each song made me dance around like I was listening to Bubble Toes.

Which I am doing to right now. Listening to this song in a good mood must be like crank.

If so, I'll save it. I may need it for my next low. Which I know is right around the corner.