I’m doing my own little 30 day writing challenge. Feel free to join me! Grab your laptop or journal and write whatever the heck you want for the next 30 days. No minimum word count. No prompts. Start today or start tomorrow. Just start. I plan to share whatever I write, unedited. Word vomit is likely to ensue but I want it to be unfiltered. Here goes.
I love Sundays. They used to be filled with dread for the work week ahead so I wasn’t quite as fond of them. But nowadays, there’s no room for anxiety or dread on my sacred little Sundays.
My second cup of coffee just finished brewing. It’s decaf because I saved the last regular pod for Brittany when she decides to wake up. That’s being in a relationship. You volunteer as tribute from time to time.
It’s incredibly foggy out and I find it magical. It reminds me of San Francisco, my favorite city in the world. If it wasn’t so goddamn expensive, I’d be living in that foggy city right now.
The fog warrants a morning of reading, writing and coffee drinking. I don’t feel any sense of urgency to lace up my running shoes and hit the trails. There will be time. Later. My procrastination game has gotten pretty strong as of late.
I finished a book last night in which the protagonist shoots and kills Hitler before he has a chance to destroy humankind. She is born over and over again and is able to sense what is coming. It got me thinking. If I could see into my future, would I do things differently?
I would certainly avoid going out that snowy night in Chicago when I was 22. I could have stayed home and ordered a pizza instead of ending up hospitalized and unconscious after wrapping my car around a pole. That accident resulted in a broken back which led to a new job which led to a new partner which led to an eventual move to San Diego. So, would I really want to avoid driving that snowy night? I wonder where and who I would be today.
I also couldn’t help but think of running the Boston Marathon in 2013. If I had the foresight, I could’ve raced to the finish line sooner and found the two brothers with their bomb-laden backpacks. I could have taken their bags from them and the tragedy could have been avoided altogether. It would have taken a great deal of strength to get there 15 minutes sooner, but if I knew what was to come, I’m sure I could do it on adrenaline alone.
I often wonder, do the shit storms, heartache and tribulations truly bring us to where we are today? Or would an easier road have led to the same place? That’s the million-dollar question.
Well, the sun is starting to peek its head out, which is lovely but also makes me feel like I should probably get outside. Brittany wants to take me on a day date to the flower fields in Carlsbad. They’re in full bloom so we’re going to grab some food from Lazy Acres and have a picnic. Sweet, right? I better lace up those running shoes and get a move on it…