One day last week I had a doctor’s appointment. My preference to arrive on time and early, is even better. In this particular case, my appointment was at 9am and I was across the street in a coffee shop at 7:45. Now, that is unusually early for me, but I had taken Keri to work and my appointment wasn’t far from her office, so I decided to hunt down a coffee shop, iPad in tote and pretend to be living my dream. I am a writer, sitting in a coffee shop wearing my headphones, writing and sipping coffee. This is my job. It felt,… Hmm,… Let’s see, how can I put this?
I sorta feel like I should write more about how amazing it felt, but a little voice is telling me that it doesn’t have to be explained because what matters is what I felt and am still feeling. I fucking LOVE IT!!!!! This is me. This is what I do. I am a writer, bitches.
Picture me hopping around with excitement, sportin’ the biggest smile you ever did see, right smack in the middle of my face.
This like many other blogs totally went sideways from where I intended when I started. That’s one of the totally amazing things about writing, you never really know where you’re going to go. You just follow the energy and the slight little nudges of intuition and then, there you are, right in the middle of your own manifested reality.
I love it! I love it! I love it!!!!!
So, do you wanna know what I intended to write about? Ok, Ok. I’ll tell you, but I have to say you’re a little bit like a little kid begging me for one more story right before bedtime and since I’m the grown up in this situation (a rarity) I have to let you know that we’re going to save that story for another time. The good energy from this story is very sacred and must be held in a place of reverence. The telling of another story would affect the good vibes I got flowing right now.
Sweet dreams, little one and we shall meet again another time for another story. Now, you have something to look forward to in your future.