Serendipity

I had a book about a dragon named Serendipity when I was a very young girl. If I recall correctly, it was a purple dragon. I read that book at least five hundred times.

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Going on trips that require air travel for me is like this.

I don't like flying. To be honest, I can't possibly feel totally at peace while I'm flying in a plane without a degree in aerospace engineering. That's just the kinda person I am. Working on it though, pinky swear.

But word: Something that big shouldn't go that high, you know?

On lift off there's this one second when I feel like I can't breathe. I focus all of my faith in that moment, even though it's not the main thing to be focused on.

But if I focused on the main thing, I'd never fly anywhere ever.

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The girl sitting next to me looks like she belongs in First Class. I wonder if I do too. I'm dressed like a sexy librarian and carrying a lap top and a 70s stewardess bag in a shade of blue that I don't think they make anymore.

I am on a mission.

She gets up to go to the restroom, and it isn't awkward because there's easily 3 feet of space between our row and the row in front of us, which is filled with family vacation types and 1 iPad per child, etc.

I watch my seatmate walk away, impossibly skinny but not unhealthy looking. Dark and a teeny bit somber in a way that manifests extraordinarily in the context of a playful little face like hers.

Skinny black jeans, black sweater, black leather jacket and greyish chuck taylors with her left heel coming out of the side of one of them, either walked to shreds or purchased walked almost to shreds. And also? Awesome red rimmed sun glasses, which I adore. But they are out of place because it isn't that bright.

Thankfully, when she sits down next to me she takes them off. We talk for a long time. She does what I do. A little. Well. She's on another level and in another game entirely, but her soul has been measured by changes and not years, so we have much in common.

Fresh faced and pretty as a Noxema commercial she was. And we talked about ayhuasca and social media and spotify and dmt and salvia divinorum and transcendental meditation and female ejaculation and the Age of Aquarius and rebellion and being self-made and the need to fuck this whole system and our favorite documentaries and bob dylan and mostly how very important it is to really really really fuck this whole system.

Her gorgeousness combined with an amazing capacity to rattle off thoughts freestyle that *actually made sense* astounded me. I was transfixed. We traded stories. We're similar. We're very different. I see the internet component to the film endeavor she is building.

The flight to LA felt like a 5 minute flight, because of her.

Moral of the story: ya gotta put yourself where you wanna be, dear heart. plan for it, and plan for what you'll do if it isn't as easy as you thought it would be.

Tomorrow this may prove to be just a dream, but you know what? I can say the same about anything else in my life. Ha! Equal footing for all, in 2011.


But one way or the other, your girl is coming back with a digital vengeance.

Was looking for Chuck D's Digitize or Die and found this instead. I'm not mad.