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the eternal optimist.

once upon a time there was a boy (or several boys…) i used to write to. this morning i read some old heartfelt emails. it made me nostalgic. not for the boy, but for the writing…

and for the encouragement he gave me. he pushed me to write. all the time. an excerpt: ‘you crack me up, and you make me sad, and that is what a storyteller does. stick with it boots. everybody has bad days. but the good days are the ones that matter more.’

there are so many things I want to be doing: writing, reading, resting, romancing, relaxing (apparently anything that starts with an ‘r’ and I’m there.)

i am doing some of these things, and waiting for others to come along, and dreaming about the possibility of the impossible, but it’s a tough place to be.

dreaming.

it reminds me of a night out with my boy bestie (the details of which i will not share…because of man code. or bestie code. or whatever means i won’t blab on a bestie)

he was talking about how he was unable to carry a conversation with a certain very pretty girl… and we talked about how some people just aren’t good listeners. and we lamented about how it’s hard to meet good people. and then i looked up and to the right and saw the moon. it was no super moon, but it was still gorgeous. and i looked at him and said ‘well, at least the moon is still beautiful’ and he laughed at me and said ‘you really are the eternal optimist. we’re talking about how people are mostly shitty and you start spouting about how nature is pretty.’

it’s true though, isn’t it? there’s beauty in everything…and maybe a not-so-great boy drifts out of your life so a perfect one can walk in?

it’s a nice thought.

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it’s like a dream.

i’ve always had very vivid dreams…which was interesting when i was a (bratty, obnoxious) child because they would often result in fear-paralyzing nightmares that left me screaming and subsequently, cuddled up in my parent’s bed.

or wide awake in the early morning wondering how i went from being a fairy princess back to my regular life…as a princess in my own imagination.

i digress (and it isn’t pretty)…

several months ago, i had a dream about a good friend. i dreamt her boyfriend proposed to her. oddly enough, the next night he did. i hadn’t spent any time with him prior to that so the dream was as random as they come…

it’s been a common theme in my life: dreams.

approximately 6 months ago i had a dream about a guy. i don’t know who he was, but i know how i felt with him next to me. i woke up and wrote down my dream in detail (which i would typically share…but i’m holding back on this, some things are sacred). i don’t know who the guy was since he had no face, but i knew i loved him. and i knew that i wanted to stay in that moment with him forever.

i recently met someone (that feels weird/exciting to share). and soon after i had that same dream again. this time the guy had a face: his.

…which is unnerving to say the least. but simultaneously, oddly comforting.

if my past dreams are any indication, then great things are in store.

and are already happening.

i can honestly say i’m happier than i’ve ever been. beyond happy. so happy i need a new word for ‘happy.’

and excited that i’m fortunate enough to be living my dream.

to boot.

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trust the universe.

i have been taught and re-taught, if you learn from your ‘mistakes’ (i prefer to refer to them as learning experiences…after all ‘there’s nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be’) and keep an open heart you’ll get everything you’ve ever dreamed of…and you’ll see wishes can come true.

i firmly believe that when you make space for something in your life and are open to it, the universe will fill that space with whatever it is you need.

and you might find yourself happier than you ever imagined was possible.

a new story begins…

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contemplating.

i love the rain.

i love feeling inspired.

and i love any excuse to throw on boots.

here’s something very melancholy about the rain…and yet i find it soothing.

i’ve had gordon lightfoot on repeat. he’s a cynic. i like that coupled with the rain.

rain is good for inspiration. or maybe it’s sadness? the rain made me nostalgic…and yet much to my surprise, i didn’t get stuck in that emotion. i guess i shouldn’t be surprised. i’m not meant to be sad. but something about gloomy weather has always made me gloomy on the inside. today is an exception. and why shouldn’t it be? after all, i have pink rain boots. and i love having an excuse to wear them.

i wish i could stay in bed and write all day. i believe that’s what rainy days were meant for…reading and writing.

i’m contemplative today. and i like it.

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once you open your door to one person, anyone can get in.

sometimes i like my horoscope. and i would argue that keeping an open door is among the most valuable of all treasures…

In the story of the Arabian Nights, a character magically opens the door to the treasure by uttering the words “Open Sesame.” You are now facing or will soon face a dilemma or puzzle that needs to be solved. As a determined Scorpio, you will of course try everything in your power to figure it out. You may even spend a lot of time thinking up a variety of creative solutions. But the solution will come down to one unusual, seemingly magical thing – something very simple that you will say. The secret will be in reading between the lines, and truly understanding a person in the midst of the riddle.