Despite the lockdown, and despite the doom and gloom that hangs over my employment, I did find something worthy of the title of Perfect Moment.

This time last year, my girlfriend and I spent the day walking in High Park viewing the cherry blossoms.  We spent a day wandering the city, trying good food, and living what used to be a normal life.  Oh how things are different.

This year we were meant to see a performance of Cirque Du Soleil.  It was a hybrid performance with both ice skating and circus performances.  We were so looking forward to it.  At the beginning of this terrible time, I held out hope that things would get solved and we would be able to see it.  How wrong I was.

If you’re not seeing the “Perfect” in this, I can understand.  The “Perfect” is more on a personal level. My girlfriend and I celebrated an anniversary of sorts–we’re a nontraditional couple, so we celebrate at nontraditional times.  The pictures might include food and a bit of nature from our walk, but it is the person who I spent those times with that makes them more Perfect.

This weekend was, for me, a chance to reflect on how much better my life is than it used to be–coronavirus notwithstanding.  I distinctly remember asking the universe for a whole list of things.  While they haven’t all been delivered yet, at least one of them was.  Not to be too mushy, but I got more than a Perfect Moment from this relationship.