*This was supposed to get posted yesterday…oops.
As I sit in my favorite little coffee shop in the court circle & listen to the beautiful family next to me speak some beautiful language (I think it’s Italian but I can’t tell over the reggae music playing & frappes being made) I decide that I want to study/ live abroad. Kill two birds with one stone, right? I love America (I say as I sit here in my Mexico WC jersey circa 2006) but I just need to experience life somewhere else for a while. Is it just me, or does life seem richer in Italy or France or Greece? Not monetarily richer…just more LIVEly.
I’ve studied massage today, drank coffee, watched an hour & 1/2 of Sex & the City, made a to-do list for my life & I feel as though today, my sick day, has been productive. I have been given a breath of fresh air by my friend Clarity. He’s been out of town for a while & I was so glad to be invited to his homecoming party. He told me over a mug of mango tea & some twizzlers, “Pull yourself together, girl. You’ve got a few kinks to undo, but you. are. fine. You have time. And slowly but surely, you are starting to find your place in this crazy mess of a world. So take a deep breath, don’t be so hard on yourself & here, have another twizzler.”
If Clarity turned into a real person, I think he would be my gay best friend.
be full of love