My life is cool

I sometimes have these moments where ever so briefly I seem to step out of my body and my life, and see myself from somewhere usually just to my right or left as an observer.
I had one such experience this evening when I was walking with 2 other assistants along the port and the sea near sunset. A spaniard, a columbian, and an american, enjoying the french riviera and chatting in French, with occasional interjections in Spanish and English. Not so crazy.
Except that I'm the american in the picture. Wait, I speak French? And Spanish? Wait, I'm carrying on a conversation with people that it would actually not be possible for me to be friends with if I couldn't do this. When did this happen? This is my life? Um, I'm on the french riviera?
My life is cool.
It is often far easier for me to see the things I can't do, the things I've failed at or royally screwed up in the past. Or even the things I still fail at from day to day. To see the things I haven't accomplished and all the ways I seem to fall short in the eyes of myself and others.
But sometimes I have to acknowledge that my life has taken turns that a younger version of myself probably wouldn't have dreamed possible. Already, at 23, I feel like I've lived multiple lives. And they don't always seem connected. But I know that somehow all of those prior lives and experiences have led to this one rather surprising and extraordinary moment that I am witnessing right now.


And then the moment passes. I am myself once again and nothing more. Back inside the present, where nothing seems quite so extraordinary. Life is always more glamorous through someone else's eyes, even if it is those of your own alter-ego.