Something Like Laughter

i need a camera.
to freeze this moment in time.
the smile on your face as you come running into my arms.
i never want to let you go.

"tirarme" you shout.
up, up, up you go.
complete confianza.
you couldn't be happier.

days like this don't come as often as they should.
love at its most unadulterated form.
"this is my friend. this is my friend!"
your words couldn't ring truer.

Searching for more than mere lies disguised as dogma, tired eyes tend to wander, seek the light. Create in him a sense of awe that sees Your beauty, let Your splendor flash with blinding light. Standing tall all the aspen trees drink water as the rain falls down like laughter from the sky.

Superpowers

My flight to Costa Rica is on time. I suppose that's a good thing, even if I don't leave for another ten hours. I don't know what to expect these two weeks, but I'm thinking that adds to the adventure and the excitement of it all. It's crazy to think that when I'm back in the states it will be October already, with only three months left of this amazing year. Not only that, but I'll only have sixteen days left in California. I'm hoping and praying I'm able to go to the beach on about 50% of those days, even if it's only for a short time.

I don't know when all of this is going to hit me. I'm not walking timidly around corners though. I'm not looking up to see when the scaffolding is going to come crashing down. I'm not thinking that today or tomorrow will be the day when pretending I'm a super-human finally fails. I know it will be soon though, and I know it's going to hurt. At least I won't be able to say I didn't see it coming.

I'm finding time to remember that one day at a time is the only way life has ever happened for me. I haven't lived two days in a twenty-four hour time period, and I doubt I ever will. So for now, these next ten hours will suffice. Hopefully I'll be able to find a few hours to fall asleep on my first five-hour plane ride, but this too seems highly unlikely.

I wanted to be famous, now I want to take it back.

Where Zero Meets Fifteen

I figure considering I won't be around to post again until October that I should write a little bit. Strange things have been happening lately and I'm not sure how I feel about any of them, but for now I think the best thing to do is to take them with a grain of salt and keep on moving on.

In thirty days I'll officially be on my newest of adventures. I'll have 1,300 miles of open road ahead of me, and after visiting my mechanic yesterday he said to make a point to stop by again before I leave so he can make sure everything in my car is in good condition. This was after getting an oil change yesterday where my car only had half a quart of oil in it when it was supposed to have 4 quarts. I wonder how my scooter is doing...

I can't say that I'm ready to leave, but I know the timing is not in my hands and so I continually step forward in eager anticipation of how things will work out. Sure I could have planned things better, sure I could have waited until everything was in perfect order and the sun was hitting the earth at the perfect angle. But life isn't about waiting, it's about doing. And if everything were perfect, I think I'd be a little scared.

In the meantime I've a lot on my plate. This weekend I'll be up a mountain with a bunch of guys, proving how sportsmanlike and competitive can work together better than oil and water. After that I have a quarterfinal softball game on Monday night, and if we win we'll play an hour later. I jump on a plane headed to Costa Rica immediately afterwards, where I'll be there for a good 11 days. Words cannot express how excited I am about this... When I get back home there will be two weeks left for me in California. 

Goodbye west coast.

What does it matter anyway, thirteen cents or all I own? How can I ever save the world on cup-o-soup and student loans?

Me Oh My

It's late. No one really knows what time it is. It doesn't truly matter, but in most cases timing is everything. Not here. Time is irrelevant. Mostly because more people are sleeping on the west coast than are awake. 

Fact.

I've been slacking lately. In most areas of life. I haven't been spending my time wisely, and it shows. At least to me it does. I'll find myself in grooves that were never meant to be plowed, knowing how necessary it is to swerve violently to escape the deep divots. Slow won't cut it. 

Rapid change. 

Abrupt movement.

There's something happening in the sky...I recall that I'm yours now I'm feeling fine.

Far, Far Away

I'll start off by saying I wish I had a camera. I should also mention that I wish I didn't have to buy my sister a camera because I lost hers. I could then write about how I have no money in my bank account and bills are due, but I am not writing today to complain. Not at all.

I just got back home from being gone for eleven days. In order to make some quick cash I agreed to driving to North Dakota and Wisconsin to help deliver mattresses for a small country based out of Southern California. My delivery trip looked something like this:

Day 1: Orange County to Las Vegas, NV: 255 miles

Day 2: Las Vegas to Idaho Falls, ID: 664 miles

Day 3: Idaho Falls to Dickinson, ND: 680 miles

Day 4: Dickinson to Kenmare, ND: 239 miles, 4 deliveries

Day 5: Kenmare to Minot, ND: 225 miles, 5 deliveries

Day 6: Minot to Bismarck, ND: 215 miles, 7 deliveries

Day 7: Bismarck to Menominee, MI: 733 miles

Day 8: Menominee to Green Bay, WI: 57 miles, 1 delivery

We were supposed to take one truck and have two drivers to split the driving time. But there were too many deliveries that were needed so we had no choice but to take two trucks. Of course I found this out on the day we were supposed to leave. I wasn't expecting to drive 3,000 miles in 8 days, but let me tell you, along with the deliveries it came out to be very exhausting.

The fun part though, was traveling to states I had never been to before and meeting many very good-natured and amicable people. Starting in California, I went to Nevada, Utah, Idaho, Wyoming, Montana, North Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin and Michigan.

The people were truly friendly, as I mentioned, and it made me smile knowing that at whatever house we'd be delivering to there would be a smile to greet us. And this was the case. Sure, there was an instance where I customer became quite irate with the other person I was working with, but that's another story in itself. And it could have been easily avoided.

All in all, I'm very glad I was able to go on such a trip, even if I haven't spent a day lately without wondering why in the world I feel exhausted before noon.

I still wish I had a camera.

Can you hear the bells are ringing...can you hear the voices singing...I know that one day soon a song shall rise. You'll hear it with the sleep still in your eyes.