I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
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Day 18 – R
Reason to smile
You mean besides Wee One? And besides thinking about an inappropriate joke?
I’m often smiling because I am devising ways to bolster my moral superiority, which Cohiba hates.
I smiled because I’m working on a book of short stories by Truman Capote, and they’re awesome. I never really read him before, but it’s clear I need to fix that. Continue reading “Smiley Days”
Earlier this week, I wrote about when I was in undergrad, about guys asking if my name had an H or not and how it felt like a world pivoting moment.
I haven’t articulated this to anyone before (not really even admitted it to myself,) but I’m going to be honest here: When I was that age, I would watch everything happening to me as I lived it. Like, I would visualize it all happening in a story as it was happening to me. So the man behind the counter, more beautiful and completely different from any other man I had ever known, was asking to know me better. Across the dark counter with the rain misting the windows, the street lights shining in the puddles. In the movie in my head, the world was pivoting around that moment.
First of all, today is my birthday. 🙂 This year has been fantastic, mostly because – no, entirely because – the Wee One was in it. This time last year I was gargantuan and having trouble breathing on my waddle to the bathroom. Today, as I was crawling on the floor putting a new duvet cover on, my little girl was literally screaming with laughter. Screaming. She made me jump a few times, actually, it was such a surprise.
If we were having coffee, we would comment on how quiet it seems in here today – why is that? There aren’t a lot of people – is the church crowd still in church? we wonder. I’m having trouble remembering what I did this week. Does that happen to you? Is it because I don’t have the flow of energy of people around us?
