Firework

Today was a good day, a very good day, even. I put myself in a scary and new place, in front of a woman so so so superior to me that it parched my throat, giving me a jazz singer's raspy voice. The drive up there was the worst part, actually. The anticipation heightened with an empty car ride, the voice in my head boomed questions. As I drove on the interstate, I thought of the wonderful crescendo of possibilities and the angry, crashing waves of letdowns. I looked into the opposite lane and thought I'll be in that lane in about an hour, will I be happy and pleased with the outcome? Content, with a side of "I want to do more." Or completely shut down,...no opportunities here. And I thought, well, either way, I'm hopeful. I have hope. I've been reading a lot of Patti Smith's "Just Kids" and she dwells a lot on signs and fate. Like, if she wore a blue shirt during a job interview and got the job, she'd paint her bedroom blue, something to that extent. Well, this is gonna be silly, but when I was on my way, I got stopped at a train crossing...a train just happened to be going by when I have this important event. Shit. This is a bad sign, maybe I shouldn't go. But, THEN, almost immediately after, there was the ole caboose. Then, the Katy Perry song "Firework" came on, and I love that song right now. And it was applicable to my situation in life, too. Then, Graham called me. Another wonderful reminder of the goodness in my life. And well. Everything went wonderfully. And, best of all, I'm fascinated. I think I'm going to like this psycho-cology thing.

Do you know there's a chance for you 'cause there's a spark in you?
Just gotta ignite the light and let it shine.

It just gets me. Don't judge.

Have a lovely day all,
Amanda