Quesadilla, Grant Me Serenity

One evening this weekend, I was driving home, and I was bursting with anticipation. On the floor of the passenger seat was a cheese quesadilla with guacamole from Chano's. As I chugged along the freeway, I kept thinking of those first few moments I'd experience once I opened up the styrofoam box, dipped a torn piece into the red or green salsa and slipped it in my mouth. Those moments are sheer unadultered, unbothered contentment. My mind is perfectly clear, and I am happy -- not excited or overflowing with joy, just perfectly content. With about 10 miles left between me and my house, I started thinking about other moments that gave me that same feeling of perfect contentment. My list was varied, and maybe even a bit humorous...
1. slurping up the chocolate- and caramel-covered tip of a turtle sundae from Andy's
2. taking the first bite of a pre-made veggie slice from Shakespeare's Pizza
3. staring at the water from the beach and feeling the ocean's rhythm after hours on a surfboard
4. lying back as someone washes my hair during a hair cut
5. having a door opened for me or holding a door open for someone coming in or out
6. hugging someone in that slim timeframe before I begin pondering if the hug has lasted too long
7. finding myself "in the nook" after a guy slips an arm around me out of habit
8. drifting off to sleep and being only slightly aware of my surroundings
9. waking up but realizing I can take as much time as I want to get out of bed
10. inhaling a whiff of a just-opened can of tennis balls
11. hearing the first few notes of DJ Sammy's remake of "Heaven"
12. and gazing out over a baseball stadium for my first time