I’m the luckiest person in the world.
Am I the only person to have this kind of moment? When a nearly tangible wave of pure contentment—a little stirring in the gut—gives rise to the realization that Lady Luck, Providence, my Fairy Godmother, or whomever, is routing for ME. And all is right in the world. At least at that moment.
I had one of those moments recently and I paid close attention to how it unfolded, so I could savor the feeling. It came over me while seated in the center of the concert hall in Teton Village, where I was hearing the Grand Teton Music Festival Orchestra perform. I’d finished my job that day in enough time to take the 45-minute drive to Festival Hall and get a $10 rush ticket (fortune was smilin’ already). Half way into the program’s first piece it happened: stirred by the music, the sensation bubbled up inside me:
I am the luckiest person in the world to be sitting where I am at this moment, listening, seeing and feeling…well, blessed.
Nestled in that comfort, I was ready for the debut of a commissioned piece, “All Things Majestic” from the composer Jennifer Higdon, in which she expresses her impression of the Tetons via 99 musicians on stage. Ahhhh. Those kinds of chills don’t occur often, which makes it especially noticeable when they do.
Maybe I should begin cataloging these waves of blessed contentment. Would I notice a pattern? Does it occur in proximity to an art form or performance? Does it happen when I’m already feeling confident, or when I need a boost after a rough patch? Does it matter whether I’m alone or in someone else’s company? Just curious. Not necessarily looking to create conditions that produce more of the same. I rather like the intermittent, stealth appearance. It can happen any time. If I stay conscious, notice, I’ll recognize its arrival.
What do your moments look like? Hands around a hot cup of aromatic tea, watching waves lap at your toes, looking fabulous in the dressing room at Banana? When does everything feel totally right in your world?
My soundtrack today: “Luck Be a Lady Tonight,” Sinatra, of course.