15. night time walker
Yes, it’s true. I’m a white male prostitute that walks in the night time in Golden Gate Park.
Okay, but for real, i walk in the night time in Golden Gate Park. GGP. Bc that’s how you’re supposed to say it, as if it’s a hip design museum in soho. I love walking in the night time. Chat-GPT got it totally right: the air smells greater when you see less color under a full May moon in the dark. I feel… loved. Oddly. Today is one of those days where I just feel in my element. Even through the jitters and shivers and tweaking out rivers on canteen thermos caffeine. (Side bar, note to self: don’t waste your time or mouth with someone’s shitty homemade coffee, no matter how nice they are, no matter how many photos of the coffee beans in the press he sends the night before. It wasn’t worth it last time and it’s still not worth it this time and it definitely won’t be worth it next time. Ugh. The thought of it makes me want to barf. Thank God for plumbing and sewage systems, i chucked the rest of it lying in my cup down the bathroom sink. Without a single second thought.)
I want to keep feeling in my element: Swimming. Walking. Hooping. In my element: writing, blogging, editing. In my element: dancing, cooking, singing.
And I honestly can’t wait to experience what’s in store for me in the near future, the next things i discover are part of my element: Counseling. Screenwriting. Paddling. My element: Acting. Meditating. Steering.
Today was a day of joy. Was a day of saying no, gently yet firmly. And saying yes, wholeheartedly and unabashedly. Saying no to people and tasks that drain me, that fill me rather than feed me. And saying yes to the moment i need with people who feed me. Brothers. Friends. Mothers. The old man upstairs in the clouds. The soul and spirit deep within.
There’s always so much to write. Now I’m discovering there’s even more to edit. How terrifyingly amazing.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Wanduffle