Ten.Two Thousand & Nine
I better polish my boots.
It takes me five minutes to find the start button on this car. I spend another five minutes trying to figure out how to change the radio station. When you buy one of these things, I bet they have someone do a tutorial with you.
I am trying to be less nervous than I am.
Wait. What are we tasting
But really, this is one of the best views in the valley.
Almost made it through the whole thing without giving it away.
I am pulling into the lot of the baseball field as she’s pulling out. She asks me how my day was. I shake my head. She offers wine and cheese and bread in the outfield. I give her a thumbs up.
It’s hot.
The three of us sit on the tops of the picnic tables drinking Lorenza from plastic cups and eating olives and salami and strawberries and rye crackers that we all agree are best with the cheese.
“For the next year, unrushed pleasure is paramount for you. Savor the way the sun warms your face. Take your morning tea or coffee with a newspaper rather than your work inbox. Pick yourself roses.”
Ten.Two Thousand & Eight
Missed alarm.
He bargains for a few more minutes.
Shorts because it’s a work-from-home day, and I plan on sitting outside somewhere at some point.
I tell her she is my scheduled fun for the day. We catch up quickly on life and then talk about scents and smells, and then reminisce about Fever Dreams. Something is coming, it may not be exactly that, but it’s coming.
Salad and a berry freeze. I stretch my legs out on the bench in the sun.
“I love living in California.”
Are these the problems I want to be solving?
I try to work from the gym, but the hotspot is so slow. So slow. And so I take it as a sign to just stop working.
They say that between them, they shot 1400 shots. High-percentage shooting, they say. It’s always easy when there’s no defense.
Last home game of the softball season. Just one more to go on Thursday. It’s been a long season.
Ten.Two Thousand & Seven
Morning light slipping through the slats.
I decide no brunch. I don’t want to be out with the crowds. I peopled a lot last week; I just need a break.
I blow the leaves off the deck and bring the cushions down from the garage. It’s that time of year again.
I’m just wasting time watching the trees dance in the wind.
I want this for her as much as she wants it for herself. It’s her “bold move.”
Lemonade and a salad. Nine reasons they love me. Feeling lucky.
Work.
Surf and turf and a bottle of 2011 Beringer Private Reserve Dad brought with him last year.
Somes the truth hurts.
Wanting what’s next.
Ten.Two Thousand & Six
Do I, or don’t I?
What would future me thank the present me for?
I open up the windows and look out into the thick fog.
I can tell when he is in a good mood. I like him when he is in a good mood. I like him always, but I really like him when he’s smiling.
This music.
I am trying to keep my eyes on the road, but they keep looking out at the flat blue sky and the hillsides and the vines.
I tell him that believe it or not, it could be worse.
I tell him that I think people were staring at me, but that was the point of the shirt - to get attention. “Watch more women’s basketball.”
I ask myself why I keep thinking about the demise of this relationship. It’s because I am grieving its potential. It’s because I am sad that we couldn’t make it to another conversation. And then I wonder if we’re really throwing away something that could have been great because no one is willing to talk about their hurt feelings or the misunderstanding. If that is the case, then maybe there wasn’t a foundation for real friendship after all.
Juicy.
Ten.Two Thousand & Four
Finally Thursday.
What do I need? Patience and positivity.
I send them the song because
Chocolate and a white skirt. Didn’t even make it to 9am.
I like these walks. The petals of the Dogwoods are starting to wilt. What are these purple flowers? I’m almost certain I’ve seen them floating on the white water. I should have worn different shoes.
This isn’t going to work. I can just feel it. How it starts is how it ends.
But it is so beautiful, and the weather is so perfect, and there are these really wonderful moments in the midst of it all. I look to see if the prism is casting rainbows on the wall.
I ask her if the woman is still downstairs. I don’t want to put my shoes back on.
He starts to read the questions, and I am laughing, and she is laughing, and I am glad that we are both here together.
I reread the affirmations I wrote on the pages. I am so grateful now that I trust my inner knowing and that when I honor my truth and take action, I make miracles.
Ten.Two Thousand & Three
I ask myself what I need today. Patience and positivity, I say to myself.
I am writing this sentence and the matrix wants to tell me that I can now have AI assist me with writing this list.
Bright sun.
I bring my collection of feathers down to my desk in front of the window.
I tell him that he has so much more life left, so many more opportunities to ride shotgun. As soon as I finish the sentence, I realize that that’s not true. Nothing is guaranteed.
He tells me he left a gift for me on my desk. On my desk, inside the bag are freshly laid eggs from his hens. I don’t know if there is a gift I can ever give him that will represent what this relationship has meant to me.
They keep talking. 49 days.
Seated at the table, underneath the cover of trees, I unwrap the foil and squeeze lime juice over my tacos. I am downloading the meeting when in the distance, I see a person practicing tai chi in an open field. I want to be more like him.
More truth.
Everything is possible.
Ten.Two Thousand & Two
Tuesday.
Beyonce stations while I sip on my morning drink and power through emails.
Or I could say what I want and need, and maybe, just maybe, I will get it.
I say all the things out loud, and it does sound like a lot.
Well, of course, I need to come. How could I not?
How would I do this if I were on my own? Community.
Is it really just radical honesty? Everyone knows that there is nothing to lose.
I apologize for not having time to talk with them. I promise I will make time tomorrow. They promise they will come and find me.
These are all such juicy dreams.
Double. Double. Blue skies and whispy clouds. Mountains. Kids ducking under barbed wire? Buster’s BBQ.
Ten.Two Thousand & One
Yes. It’s the right move.
Is that the sound of animals scurrying on the roof, or is it rain? It’s rain. Was it supposed to rain?
Work from home day. Quiet.
Read the energy.
This is what I miss - the sense of freedom.
I try to call the doctors’ offices during my lunch break, but the offices are also on their lunch breaks which means that I never actually get to schedule my appointments. Also: I’d like to work somewhere where the lunch break is two hours long.
I tell them that they don’t have to apologize. They aren’t telling me anything that I haven’t already figured out for myself.
Physiological breath.
The duality of being.
Boots and champagne and trail walking. Someone has left a map on the ground. I trust that I know how to get to where I want to go.
Ten.Two Thousand
Going somewhere where I really feel like sweatpants are completely acceptable.
I run through various scenarios in my head. I do not apologize in any of them.
Hot air balloons.
There are still forty-nine minutes to go.
Girls’ games on court five. I watch and analyze and cheer more than the parents on the makeshift bleachers.
Hungry but not for gym pretzels and muffins.
In-n-Out.
I open my eyes and see nothing but rows and rows of trees. Almond trees? Green trees in perfect rows and blue skies with puffy clouds and Kendrick Lamar playing quietly.
One week or three? He chooses three, naturally.
Something has to change.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Ninety-Nine
Almost to 2,000 of these.
Cacao in the mug for the ride into the city.
I am the first one in the gym. I reread the speaker lineup. This will be good.
I realize very quickly that I might be the one with the least amount of experience here. Coach Carr says to always be ready because you never know when it will be your turn to lead a program. I tell her at lunch that two years ago, I was just another mom in town.
“Basketball is a game of infinite possibilities.”
I duck out early, regrettably.
The sun is shining now. I make my way slowly over the Golden Gate Bridge, take a quick glance at Alcatraz sitting out there in the blue ocean, surrounded by white sailboats. We do live in a beautiful place. Such a beautiful place.
Margaritas.
I tell them that this event is kind of an introvert’s worst nightmare, but it’s still a good time.
You do want to win.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Ninety-Eight
Dark and cold.
I keep forgetting about the pot of boiling water.
We probably shouldn’t know this yet.
Letting go of expectations.
I keep placing the carnelian in my hand, pressing it close to my palm.
Salad and water and honest conversations in the quiet light of my office.
Gratitudes.
“For centuries, the triangle has symbolized leadership.” “You are an overseer, an expediter, a leader, a person of action.” “Your positive traits: leadership, decisiveness, ambition, focused, results-driven, self-motivated.” “Potential pitfalls: impatience, aggressiveness, self-centeredness.”
Baseball in the rain.
Convincing myself that tomorrow will be a fun day even if it will be a long day. It will be fun. It will. It will end with margaritas, after all.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Ninety-Seven
So cold.
He says “thank you” a lot more these days.
The sun looks like it wants to free itself from the clouds, but will it really do it tomorrow? No. Probably not.
It doesn’t hurt to try.
Since the universe is listening, yes, more of this, please.
At least we can laugh about it.
She can hear it in my voice, I think. She says she will not say anything. It doesn’t really make me feel better, though.
I make my way around the room, cleaning and condensing and stuffing things in my bag to take home. It feels like foreshadowing.
The carnelian has arrived. I place it near my notebook.
I know. I know. I know.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Ninety-Six
Still cold. Still wet.
Cacao.
Solo drop-offs. I had forgotten how much I enjoy these moments in the morning.
What really matters?
I catch myself rolling my eyes.
This is an honest expression of how I felt.
“What do you feel entitled to?”
Doritos and laughter.
I take him on a tour of parts of the property. He hasn’t seen any of this, but he remembers the barrels. Back then, the walls were made of rough rock. His French accent is very thick. He thanks me for taking the time to show him around. So much has changed.
“He’s nervous.”
If the only thing I get out of this is my friendships, then I still win.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Ninety-Five
Too cold. Too cold.
Everything is wet from last night’s rain. This does not feel like May.
I could care less about what the comp set is doing. I care more about my real impact. Where can I make the best kind of change?
A turkey crosses the road in front of me. I smile.
I feel my emotions getting the best of me, so I leave the room and take a moment to myself. I know why this is happening. I don’t like that it is happening.
She is the highlight of my day.
Why does it feel weird to say that I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long time?
Everything is canceled.
Rose and Orange and Balsam Fir.
Gluten-free pasta and garlic bread. They ask me questions. I tell them not to worry about it. Full.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Ninety-Four
Cold. What a difference a few days makes.
V8.
I laugh at myself. My math was all wrong. Way off. There are only 58 days now.
A table full of generosity.
He gets it, and I think he gets that I get it. We both get it, and that’s why we get along.
I say something about organizing the files on my computer because if I leave, it will be so embarrassing.
Energetic Properties & Uses of carnelian crystal: increases vitality, humanifestation, ignites creativity, transmutes the element of fire, reconnection to the physical self, risk-taking, courage, and main character energy.
Will it really rain, though?
“It feels like November.”
Too much goodness.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Ninety-Three
In the dream, people keep telling me that other people are dying.
Today, I return.
Sunlight on my face. I can see it with my eyes closed. I try to quiet my mind and focus on my breath.
So weak. A little bit of pain. Tight muscles.
The question is, “Do I want to wear this?”
I think I just spent $20 on this car wash and I’m doing it all myself.
Windows down. Hot coffee in the mug. Listening to the same songs over and over and over again.
Messages from the cards: I am worth noticing. LIVE! Name your boundaries. Feel the joy of knowing the playground of your life. I will surrender and trust what I am shown. Accept your ability to know what lies ahead. Honor your feminine intuitive side. You have forgotten to seek help. Change your buffalo robe to white so that you may be an answer to the prayers of the world. Don’t deny the need to be compassionate with yourself. Steal some time alone. Don’t waste energy and generosity on those who refuse to help themselves or are too lazy to learn self-reliance.
The most perfect weather for a softball game.
He tells me that they had a meeting yesterday and voted me out. And this is why I enjoy hanging out with them every Sunday.
Aperture Cellars Chenin Blanc.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Ninety-Two
So grateful for the time change.
Sweeping crumbs of dried leaves and rose petals out of the backseat of the car.
I still can’t believe he thought he could drive this thing.
I am, perhaps, more relaxed than the others today because I know where to set my expectations.
Their enthusiasm is making me even more excited.
It’s so busy here. So many people. So many cars. So many buildings. So different from the peace and quiet of St. Helena. I think back to last week when I said that things are so hard right now, but still, I am in love with this life I’ve manifested here.
Asleep in the backseat. Three games back-to-back-to-back will do that to you.
Just so many words.
Trust yourself.
I need a carwash.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Ninety-One
Missing the cacao.
We decide that we’d rather have X-ray vision over being able to read minds.
Things happen for a reason.
It is Mercury Retrograde, after all.
Craving comfort.
They keep asking us if we want a ride. No. We want to walk. We really want to walk.
It feels weird in here.
Watching the leaves of the trees, in all their shades of green, flutter in the breeze.
More steak.
I am quiet. My eyes hurt. I am grateful. I am tired. I am staring out over the fences at the trees and the hillsides and the setting sun. I am looking for mosquitos. I am cheering. I am tired. I am thinking about my grandfather and how much he loved baseball. I am tired.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Ninety
Cool morning air.
A fox scurries in front of my car as I make my way down the hill.
“Will you trade places with me?” says another person. I walk in the sun with my coffee in my hand back toward my office.
Enough little things happened this week to make it feel like a big thing which is a reminder that I need to still be on guard in a way that I was hoping was no longer necessary.
All of a sudden, it is hot.
She says that one day we will look back and realize why we were here. And if nothing else, it was for the people we were meant to meet.
You can surrender without losing your power.
It was not what I expected, but it is still a win.
The funny thing is that we were just talking about patience.
“I just keep finding myself staring off today. I can’t seem to focus. Maybe it’s the heat? Maybe there is just something in the air? I’m glad I’m not the only one.”
One slice of pizza from Station and a glass of 2018 Groth Reserve Cabernet Sauvignon.
Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Eighty-Nine
Bird chatter.
Thin layer of fog over the course and the first light of the day.
I decide to let my intuition guide me. I find the saucepan, bring the water to a boil, start to whisk in the discs of cacao.
Word spill out onto the pages of my journal.
Time has slowed down.
He points out a gigantic moth on the back door, says he wonders if there is some kind of meaning. Meaning can be found in everything.
I don’t do bad behavior. And maybe this is why I am also not cut out for hospitality. “You can do that?” she asks. “Yes. Because I don’t do business with people who are disrespectful of my time.
Too hot. Must change clothes and refresh for dinner.
I tell the team that this group is good vibes, really chill. It will be an easy night.
In his message, he says to remember that divine feminine as I navigate the next transition.