“Go easy on the Rumi, okay?” But….I love Rumi.
Need to take out some aggression? Get out your favorite wooden spoon, croquet mallet, or cricket bat, and beat the crap out of some vegetables. In a pint or solo cup, pour in some vodka and slices of cucumber. Then take out your mallet and mash up those little suckers. Any blunt object will do,…
The mountains loomed in the distance and I counted the scars on my legs, trying to remember every stumble. I had no course. I never did. But wherever it was I was going, I would get there. I would get there by playlists, by long rides, by plane tickets, by passion, by saying I love you, by standing up for myself, by doing what was wrong and then doing what was right, by doing what was selfish and then doing what was noble, I would get there.
I would get there and I would be fine. And then I would be good. And pretty soon after that, I would be lightning.
Today I woke up to sharp words from a person who has never once brought out the good in me. I’d wondered for nearly a year where the story would end and I finally found out this morning: at one of the highest points in southern California, my smile wide and integrity maintained.