On my way to work in the morning I see this car. Like 8 AM, parked in front of the barber shop on Divis.
I think.
Who the fuck is riding around in that car? I make my daily heading to work left turn. I don't have barely any time to investigate, anymore.
That's okay. I just think ahead about one step. I just really decide that the next thing I do is going to be stellar.
This decision is independent of anything that happened before. It is a clear head, and then a commitment. It's not something I do consciously, but out of habit.
And lately, I'm only or at least mostly concerned with habits. If I do a thing and it does or doesn't sit well. Well. I have to stop myself and ask if it is something I truly felt called to do or something that I inherited.
When you inherit one hundred million dollars there is likely a moment where you think and wonder to yourself if you really deserve what you've been given. There is at least one second of that.
When you inherit a bad habit, it is the same process.
Tonight Alyssa had her open studio. Most of these pictures are from there. She made one thousand origami cranes.
Her house was filled with interesting and talented and inviting and gorgeous people. Plus a million things to eat, hear, see, watch, do.
That is the only way I ever see her house. And I've been there on a lazy Sunday afternoon, as well.
When that was done or rather when I started feeling tore up enough that I wouldn't be able to drive home in a minute I went home. Easy drive. Across the bridge.
This was after the belly dancer performed. She was sweet as pie.
Pressing my luck. I went to the tenderloin to have a cocktail at this lounge near a strip club. I drank a glass of bubbly.
Tipsy off of bubbly I made plans, so that I'd have something to keep on Monday evening. Something to string my actual high points together.
My very own decision, or inherited?
I prefer working. I'm already planning my outfit for Tuesday and Thursday nights.
Night
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