Things I Can't Face

It'll be the sallow tragedy,
my rebirth--
when it's realized.
I am fleeting;
I never would be.
I always wasn't.

Back on the Horse/Bike/Wagon, etc.

Once a writer, always a procrastinator.

Laurie says just write. So, I do.

I was in Santa Monica with Gary yesterday.

The weather was awesome, especially considering it's February and the rest of the country is covered in snow, with the exception of Hawaii, according to NPR. Good ole sunny SoCal-i-for-nai-ay. We had a great time watching the street performers, the passers-by, the toddlers in sunglasses dropping their parents' dollar bills into the hats of the street performers and giving those performers a toddler-thumbs-up at the prompting of their generous parents.

I've been kind of bummed recently about the whole job thing. (I won't depress you with all the NPR details like, "One-third of the people who collected food at food banks in January had college degrees." Apparently we're in a recession.)

But as I was walking around sunny, blue-sky-ed Santa Monica, I reminded myself that I am happy and healthy, loved and loving. How can I be ungrateful? When I freak out, stress out, I lose my sense of artist observation. I miss the little girl at the organic Italian Cafe' who's so excited to be eating Kraft cheese with her chubby finger. Why would I want to miss out on what's around me?

So here's to the moment. Cheers.

P.S. I saw a dog driving a car on the freeway. And I laughed. So much.