Day, hooray.

I was in a parking lot today and I was feeling like there must be more to life than running errands. Two of my car doors were wide open and, as I ran from door to door, I tried to disguise the reality that I was in a frazzled state. Usually, I do this by ignoring everything and everyone that is around me.
I glanced upwards, but quickly in my fervent attempt, and coming towards me was a large, elderly African-American woman wearing fabulous sunglasses, bangles, and every shade of purple. The weight of her world leaned into the shopping cart that she was pushing. She walked very slowly. She was smashing. Some things you just cannot ignore.
As I dismissed her with my eyes, she looked me square in the face and said,
"You're so cute.
You look like you should be in the roarin' twenties.
You're so cute, cute, cute (cluck, cluck, cluck noise)."

We are infected with disconnection. While I believe that the most beautiful faces are familiar ones, sometimes a stranger is the most familliar thing that you see all day.

As I write this, my dad is sitting in the next room and I can't see what he is watching but I can hear it. It is September 11th. There is video footage from seven years ago when countless lives and many different worlds collided. The past is present.

We are nowhere and it's now.

Today my friend Kelsey sent me a message that said, "Let the world change you, and you will change the world."

But I want to change the world with a smile and a handshake.

This blog is part of my journey.