Feet on the Ground, Eyes on the Stars

We plan, God laughs.

I'm practicing being rational. Realistic. Planted on terra firma.

Real talk: it's important to see things the way they actually are.

But then what about my dreams? Because it's also important to see things the way I wish them to be. A clear vision is the beginning of the most wonderful accomplishments. That requires lots of bird's eye views, time spent in the clouds.

I'm trying to toe the line. I want to get everything I want. Disappointment is so 2008.

Satisfaction is the new Black.






So I just keep working. In my head there's a neon sign that says, simply:

FURTHER

I abide. I don't have the time to argue. I only have time to make lists of what I want.







To be influential.

To be a force of nature.

As important as the weather, or the roots on a tree.

Compelling.

I want poems and offerings, and endless devotion. I want a tribute!






And maybe most of all: I want to feel satisfied.

The question is: do I change what I want or do I change what I'm getting?

I'm reconciling the versions of me. There are more than I thought there were.





I got the project I wanted at work, so pretty soon I guess life will start making decisions for me, again.

My new hoodie has a knockoff Pucci lining and a monogram over my heart. I adore, and it's almost done.

Happy Tuesday.