After my job interview this morning, I stopped in at Williams-Sonoma before plunging into the dirty, melted snowmess that is the subway today. I was feeling good before I walked in, and even better after. I’d had a wonderful interview with a company I would love to work for and a job that sounds interesting to do, and the manager was creative, smart, and great to talk to. I left feeling really enthusiatic and energized about it, and like this could be “The One.” And so I treated myself to the sights and smells (and tastes) that I love at one of my favorite stores, Williams-Sonoma. I was greeted with a warm noseful of spiced cider aroma, and handed a minted popcorn ball to sweeten my palette. The woman who treated me to the popcorn proudly boasted that her 17-year-old came up with the recipe, adding to the good cheer. I spent the next half an hour happily browsing colorful stand-up mixers, shiny copper pots, cooking utensils galore, and prepared foodstuffs that would make anyone’s mouth water. And what really put a smile on my face was that as much as I’d loved to have been able to buy anything (and everything) in the store, I was at that moment, feeling rich and grateful for what I have. It was content just to be in there, with a dixie cup of cider in my hand, and daydreaming of the beauty that 2010 holds.