U am, while living awesome yummy enthusiasm

I am happy because you do what you love, and you do so very very very well

A day to celebrate being alive and living a life you love.  I am doing so with reading the writing of others and my own, editing writing I've already written, adding new writing to the pile of previously written writing, appreciating having just spent quality time with many family members (mother, father, aunts, uncle, three cousins, cousin-in-law and their new son), and listening to the greatest music in the history of the universe

Women's Day (International)

In my world, it is always International Women's Day.

That said, it has recently come to my attention that not everyone has exactly the same job as I do (who knew?), so I agree this day is a beautiful way to raise awareness of inequality in this country and all around the world.

However, I still think that the world would benefit from treating most days the same way

I live in New York

I was on the way home from a night out having a few drinks with a friend, and I had to transfer trains at Times Square.

I walked upstairs and immediately noticed someone immediately noticing me from about 50 feet away.  A former student, from China, and her friend.  I'd taught her two years ago.  I was happy that she was able to recognize me.  I congratulated her on getting married since I'd last seen her, and learned that she'd had to spend the past year back home without a green card, but she was happy to be back with her husband.  Apparently her friend had also gone to our school, but had been in a different class.  I wished them a good night and went to the 1 train.

I decided to rest my eyes once the train got moving, but after a couple minutes I could feel someone hovering over me and then touching me.  This usually doesn't happen on the subway, so I was relieved to see a former student from Ecuador grinning at me.  I'd just taught him in November and December.  He'd been the driving force behind a fun night out with the evening class around the holidays, and now he was riding the train home with some of his extended family, only one of whom spoke English.

A few hours before, my friend and I had been walking along 7th street in search of a drink, and noticed a downstairs bar which inevitably reminded us of Cheers, at least from the outside.  We didn't go in though.  Regardless of the resemblance, we had a feeling that nobody would know our names.

Perhaps something knew all the friends I was about to run into