Ten.Eight Hundred & Eighty-Three

1. What is supposed to be for breakfast?

2. No more celery juice. I need more celery juice. What kind of person is a person who craves celery juice?

3. The freedom of a slow morning. I think about life before and how this was my morning every morning and how I miss it. I wonder if it’s something to aspire to get back to.

4. I notice the large wave of her hair, the big tortoise shell glasses, the gold stud in her nose that reminds me of India. I think it funny that had we not started on such a bad foot, she might be the kind of woman I’d like to get to know.

5. I tell them that there’s no need to meet on Thursday. They seem to be surprised. I’m surprised by their surprise.

6. Driving up into the rain. I giggle to myself. I think of how incredible it is that I am ascending so high that I am literally in a cloud. I drive THROUGH clouds.

7. Two deer on the side of the road. I wonder if it’s weird that I think almost everything is a sign.

8. I make my way through the gate but pause and pull the talisman out of my pocket. The contrast of wet asphalt, mottled leaves, knit sweater, shiny silver, and the word “trust.”

9. Something about her writing feels familiar. Or maybe it’s her voice, tone and cadence of her speech. It’s hard not to think “I want to write like that.”

10. Solution-based thinking. Also: sometimes you just need to ask the question.