My mom and I went to a skatepark yesterday, as a sort of anniversary for when we had gone with my brother and his trick bicycle two years ago, just before the park opened officially. We had done sunrise photos, and they were awesome.
So, now my mom is preparing for a 20-mile ride we’ll do later this month, she rode her bike to the park, we took some fun sunrise photos in the skate park of her on her bike, and then, as I followed her home in the car, I blasted “Eye of the Tiger” with my windows down.
We were friends in middle school, and our lives have overlapped ever so slightly, like tiny tangents on a Venn diagram, since we parted ways for different high schools. However, those touches have proven always powerful and impactful.
This time, I didn’t wait for coincidence to bring us to the same place at the same time. I set up a phone call, both to ask a specific question and to hang out and chat. And it was well worth it. We only hung up because I kept yawning so much, and had to be up really early the next morning. Otherwise, we likely would have kept going much longer.
Thank you, God and Universe, for this so unexpected gift. This has been a wonderful blessing to end this day. I didn’t want to be alone today. And so, now, I wasn’t. Thank you.
*Siri said it is actually about 1,639 miles away by car.
Be they great or small, goals can be one of the greatest things in life, both as a pursuit and as an eventual achievement. Tonight, I set a goal of having some of these grain-free cookies I’d never known about until tonight, and I achieved a goal of 500 days in a row on Duolingo. Two seemingly unrelated goals that span the spectrum of goals, yet they bring delight and gratitude to me, as well as encouragement to pursue all my goals.
I experienced a lot of love from the kids today, and it was wonderful. It was that somewhat passive love, where they just show up and hang out in the classroom with me, only sometimes talking directly to me, but choosing to be there specifically. And someone was almost always talking to me at any given time. They just kind of swapped around, so to speak. It reminded me of spending time with friends, like how was so normal in high school and college. Adulthood hasn’t much offered such scenarios. Everyone always wants to go somewhere, to do something. These kids did nothing but futz around in a classroom together today for an hour, and they barely even pulled out phones, but for the occasional picture display or something. It was wonderful. It was loud. Yet it was wonderful. And I am grateful.
Thank you, God and Universe. Thank you. If you please, give me more love and silliness like this afternoon. Help me to be surrounded by friends who can have fun with me in such a loving, easy way.
Wearing a very striped black-and-white dress, sans brassier, she says, ‘I dont think anyone will really notice.’
‘… Okay, THAT much.’
They both laugh.
‘Yeah… Men definitely will notice. Remember that. Not that it’s a problem. Just remember it.’
Why does it bother me so much? Because it shows how inconsistent it is with the direction and intention of my life. And that’s a good thing. Now, my time and attention has the opportunity to be directed intentionally to have a more powerful difference in my life and world, rather than being wasted elsewhere.
I somehow love the days
when my hair is all crazed,
frizzy, frazzled, and fried.
Though tamed by a braid
and knot on the side,
it is, somehow, burstingly wild.
On days like these,
each time I see
my hair in a mirror
Because, for once, it feels
that my hair reveals
that dame inside,
Have you noticed that, when seeing someone wearing a mask, our brains complete the face for us…., but often inaccurately? For me, I have noticed that my brain completes the face a perfectly and proportionately as possible. So, basically, everyone is the genetic lottery style of model underneath that mask, according to my brain. And so, naturally, as very few actually win any lottery in life, when people remove their masks, I find this to be less handsome and beautiful than I expected. I mean no unkindness by this, of course – that is just how it is. We are not often perfectly proportionate as a species. That’s why it’s called the genetic lottery.
Now, that being said, have you ever had it turn out the other way? Where, upon seeing someone for the first time without a mask, you find the person to be more attractive than you had imagined her to be? It happened for me to a big degree this week. A colleague, while sitting outside, working on something, was wearing no mask. First, I was stunned by his beauty. Then, I was double-taking, as it occurred to me who this person was. After confirmation, I was stunned freshly. Just wow… he is gorgeous… and I had had no idea. My brain had sorely underestimated the adorable face behind that mask. An error I am fully willing to make again, really. 😛