You stare at it.
“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you’ve imagined.”
For a millisecond I think it says jeans. That would be so much better.
I stand in the kitchen wearing a grey cotton robe, sipping coffee. It’s Wednesday morning and my mind wanders.
I consider the creator of this magnet. Does this person have any idea what it’s like to stride confidently into some unknown?
Perhaps at this very moment he or she is pushing a ridiculous stroller up a suburban driveway where he or she has lived for years – maybe to drop little blobs of cookie dough onto a baking sheet and craft more portable pretentious prophecies based on famous quotes from polymaths like Thoreau.
I look around the empty apartment and think about buying a couch. There’s time before calling this beautiful unit “home,” but in the meantime who wants to sit on the floor?
It hasn’t been an easy process, moving cross-country solo. No one said it would be – but oh, do they make it out to be that way.
I thought I was too old to uproot my life again, but something positive that comes with age is patience.
There’s no rush to make it mine. And hey, life is gonna get weird no matter where we are, or how long we’ve been there.
In the meantime, I choose to distance myself from that drama and embrace the present instead. I ask myself the question – is this the life I’ve imagined? The answer is yes.
I re-adjust the magnet.
The drama of the day gives way to change.