Friday: Writing

I don't know how it happened, but everything is suddenly looking up.

Auspicious events continue to unfold before me and you know what the trick is? Positivity.

Also, I might start training for a bike race at the end of August. Who knew? Can my little pink bike go fast? When did I become such a little athlete?

On a mission of errands, I found myself in a pub in Santa Monica to wait between planets. I didn't really have money for it, but it was a gorgeous summer day in Southern California and having rushed out after work, I found myself craving my sunshine beer, so I ordered a Sierra Nevada and a side of French fries. The tender poured my beer with too much head, I guess that's why the spot had a B rating. I sat sheltered from the sun, perfectly positioned for prime people-watching, serenaded by mild Top 40s on the jukebox.

That summer was the first I had spent alone in a long long time. That summer you couldn't pass one day without a Michael Jackson song floating out of someone's car window, Urban Outfitters shamelessly co-opted the fixed gear bicycle (For which I was amusingly grateful), and I cried often and openly in public on several occasions as I wrestled with a profound darkness. Despite the confusion and the sadness, it was a beautiful time in my life, filled with a desperate optimism that if things were this bad now they must certainly only get better up ahead - right? I lived mostly within the confines of my head, but never tried to sort things out, trusting that I would eventually find a harmony.

In my acceptance of chaos and confusion, I had already found a strained sense of peace.

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