A Good Movie

This may seem silly, but sometimes I wonder what my life would look like as a movie.  I imagine an invisible third person viewing my everyday actions, following me around and silently observing me.  On some levels, I wonder if this might be narcissistic or self-obsessive, but I honestly really just think I’m overly imaginative.  No worries, though; I’m not coming up with my own theme music, or anything like that. 

The scenes now are quiet ones, and have been especially so during these last few days.  Everyone at home is away on vacation, and so I have the house to myself for the next week.  Skipping in and out of my life, the scenes show me doing things like singing in the shower, taking out the trash, and unloading the dishwasher.  I let the dog out in the morning, make myself coffee, and go to work.  In the evenings, I have friends over for dinner, or eat on my own.  I wash the windows and do my laundry.  At night, I watch dramatic, older movies on the couch.  I share my popcorn with the dog.  The scenes show me talking on the telephone with my mother, or going out with friends.

My life is unremarkable right now.  Blissfully simple.  I am completely content.  It’s sort of like that feeling you get when you lie in the sunshine – everything is warm and comfortable, and so practically perfect that you don’t want to move.  You feel like you could just stay there, smiling softly and with your eyes shut, forever. 

The problems and issues that were there are still there, and new one are still coming up.  But they all seem so much smaller and less overwhelming now.  Things that would previously have made me feel tense and anxious no longer do, to a certain extent.  I’m not certain what’s changed.  Maybe I’ve changed.

I like this.  I like this feeling.

This is a good movie.  I have a good life.