Back in February, I looked at the up and coming month with little enthusiasm. I told myself that March would be a month of healing, a month of serenity… I insisted that I didn’t mind that there was little occurring and a great deal of empty boxes on my calendar.
And then last week happened. Dalia and I skipped through the Bay Area and ran through the heavy clouds. And somehow, events fell into place and ideas were made. My calendar went from being blank and sad-looking to bright and happy.
I must admit, I’m quite pleased with all the days awaiting me. I have a multitude of bright events to look forward to, trips that get my blood pumping at the mere thought of them…
But wait, at that thought, I realize that I’m being ridiculous, because today was beautiful in itself. The last ten hours have been extraordinary in the absolute simplest way. I slept in late, wrote for a while, enjoyed a mug of tea, and then went for a two hour walk and found a lovely view of the bay. As the next three months literally become brighter with my thick sharpie writing, I only realize more and more that it’s not what you do, but how you go about doing it. A week can be free of writing, empty of plans, but it still has the chance to be the greatest week of your life.
Hell, what if you made every week the best week ever?
I don’t know. I’m rambling myself into a complete circle. My thoughts are everywhere today, loose and sprinting beyond my reach. The point of what I’m trying to say is simply that you can spend an entire day sick in bed, but that doesn’t mean the day is set in stone in its terror. It’s all about the perspective, all about the mindset.
Anyway, I fly down south to Long Beach tomorrow. A plan that was made only yesterday. It shall be a lovely week indeed.