I always want to participate in Perfect Moment Mondays but honestly, when the time comes, I usually can’t think of something to share. I believe that speaks volumes about the mental space I’ve occupied for the last four months.
So today, even though I’m typing this from the Juror Assembly Room at the SF Superior Court: Criminal Division, I will be sharing a perfect moment I’ve experienced recently.
A couple of weeks ago I realized I had forgotten to move my car for street sweeping. By the time I ran outside, dropping f-bombs all the way, there was a shiny red and white ticket tucked into my hood. I slumped over to the car, cursing myself for not setting an alarm on my phone as I’d promised myself I would. I was also angry that Mi.Vida hadn’t reminded me to move it when he walked right past it earlier that morning on his way to work.
But then, sometime magical happened. I reminded myself that in a year’s time this ticket would mean nothing to me, it would be a distant memory if that, and that I could spare myself unnecessary grief if I just let it go now.
And I did.
For some reason, that time, I was able to just let it go. I took the ticket inside and even when I see it every morning, reminding me it needs to be paid, I’m not upset about it. Needless expenses like parking tickets have always inspired an inordinate amount of anger in me, and I’ve always wished I could embrace the reality of the situation: that not far down the road it just won’t matter that much. And this time, for some reason, I could. And I was so thankful for that.
So that is my perfect moment, getting a parking ticket, as told from my first (and hopefully only) day of jury duty.