Last Friday (12/1) was beautiful and a little surreal. The magazine I got published in hit Barnes and Noble shelves and 5 of my coworkers came with me to snag/sign copies and grab lunch! (I'll finally have to shut up about this after this post.) There was some prodding on my part - the store was running a bit behind putting the magazines out in time and I was advised to call the store beforehand, so I did. I gave the manager a Christmas card for rushing this, so don't call me thankless.
May God/Buddah/the likeness of Jesus in charred toast bless whoever snagged the handful of copies to keep on hold at the front. I am lucky to work with so many wonderful women and felt special. I don't want to think about it too much anymore. Sometimes I'm validly afraid that if I OVERTHINK the good things I'll find (or invent) cracks in them. More the latter.
So much has happened. So many impressions I could record. Real, tangible experiences. I went to see Dani Shapiro, Lauren Graham... trekked through the Harry Potter Forest Experience... and that's just within the last 3 weeks. Where should I begin? To be continued?
So I'm finally out exploring the world.
Suffice it to safe that life is whizzing by remarkably. It brings back impressions I had of riding in my Uncle Don's speedboat growing up. I would have flashes of fear when we would first start gaining speed. I felt the wind slap me and drops of water sting like thumbtacks were hitting my cheeks. It felt as if there was no time, no space, only air and speed - And then the divine sensation of imminent levitation when waves would lift the boat.
This is flight.
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