Note the green traffic light at the bottom center of this one. Starbucks Malibu Colony 6:06 GRAAAYY. Until it isn’t. Mmm, coffee good. Want to scramble through my purse. Looking for something to do, looking for something to be. A writer. Not gonna find that in my purse. THINKING paycheck. And how crazy it seems to have somehow come to believe the dream of screenwriting doesn’t allow for a day job. And now it’s too late! Can’t turn back now. Waiting for a miracle. Trusting that my needs are already met. But I’m pretty sure "doing the work" doesn’t include Spider Solitaire and Greys Anatomy. I write this again and again as if confessing but that doesn’t do it either. Here’s the deal – that I want to create a miracle. That anything less than a miracle like John deLancie falling in love, not with me, but my MOVIE, doesn’t count. Like even my sunrises taking off as in “Blink.” That it will be, not me, but my belief in dreams coming true that sparks others to follow their dreams – oh and by the way such sparking makes me rich. And so what if it’s not? I’m smiling. Because the palm trees out this window are still so beautiful even against the gray cast sky. This coffee is really really good. What I really want to write is this idea that I may live with the little me, all the while expanding to see the greater creation that surrounds me. Ever-expanding consciousness to get the miracle that it all is. Not to KNOW it all but just to glimpse its magnificence. To get the WOW of life, the miracle of each and every moment. That there’s so much more than worrying and worrying where my next peanut butter and jelly sandwich will come from That there’s so much more than Spider Solitaire and Greys Anatomy. And so much less.
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