Every morning when I wake; every night before I fall asleep I read the words, like there’s no tomorrow. They’re affixed to my bedroom wall (next to the bikini’d dancing lady I made when I couldn’t find those words).
A guy I dated told me he wanted to meet Her. I only knew Her in passing at the time, and we still lose touch sometimes. But we’re cool.
This has been a long week.
There are no exceptional stories to go with that statement; read into it what you will. But this morning when I woke up (at the end of it and happy about that much) I reviewed the words on the wall. Like I always do I guess but today more decisively because, like I said, it’s been a long week, and clearly I was reaching for something–a rope to hold on.
Intention may have everything or nothing to do with anything. But when I put Her on the wall and later, decided on those exact words I knew well my intention. And my intention has not changed. Like there’s no tomorrow. Because one day there won’t be.
darlene anita scott 