Momentum

I am expending energy; my mouse wheel is forever turning. I sleep to dream and at night I awake with imaginary bubble poofs of ideas floating above my sleepy head and tousled pillow-creased hair. I am working harder than ever and thinking more than ever and perhaps it’s really true: what you put in, you get out.

I say this because this past week I’ve discovered clarity.I visualize the past two years of life and I see floating puzzle pieces and just recently they’ve all begun to find each other. They are the stars orbiting in the fog-ridden Los Angeles night sky. They are intermingling at a social for the divine and right and true.

At some point, some gray area between now and then, want and reality, dreams and possibility, I have transitioned in the last six months or so. I’m not sure when it happened but I am haunted by it. Did it happen in New York this past October, in the early morning dawn before I caught the train into Manhattan? Or that night at the Crown Bar in WeHo when my best friend and I slung back shots and fizzy champagne and danced the night away? But what about the sweet late summer mornings in Brentwood when my alarm clock was the sun coming through my open window, the rustling of paper sacks being carried by my neighbors on their way home from the farmers market?

It doesn’t matter.