Part of the trouble is that these two things often happen in different tenses.
The other trouble is that writing requires the kind of hindsight that only time can bring...
The challenge now is to write and live at the same time.
To abandon the verb-tense agreements and not reconsider my actions through the perfect lens of time and distance and change.
Maybe it's the transitional season that is Fall - maybe it's the recent death in the family...
Maybe it's that Mercury is in retrograde again or residue from the last full moon or
the fact that it's my half-birthday....
It's probably all of the above, none of the above, some combinations of the above and
additional things that I'm either not listing above or considering.
In the midst of so much change - one thing remains and continues to fill my heart with hope
and love and ambition:
I love Los Angeles. The more I explore this amazing city and its inhabitants, the more in love I fall.
Every botox job gone awry, every implant, every expensive vehicle and every snotty transplant that
thinks their East Coast town is soooooo much more genuine than LA -
(the number two market in America and home of our country's number one export: ENTERTAINMENT) - every pothole, asshole, and hole in the wall inspires me to be present, move forward, and maintain my strong sense of self.
I am grateful for new challenges, new chapters, new days, and new ways of seeing and being.
