What does it take for us for us to make a change in our lives? What has to happen for us to stop talking about the life that we desire to live, the list of accomplishments needed before we let ourselves live? Are we searching for approval, a green light, someone to hold our hand, what are we waiting for? Why must we take 10 steps backward to think about taking two steps forward? For most of us it takes a loss of some sort, a mental dead end, rejection, failure or perhaps a kind word?
Different times
Different places
Different people
With similar faces.
It had been a beautiful day, clear skies, warm sun and clean brisk air. I walked up and down the town block checking for the traffic flow and pattern of the sidewalk shoppers. Giving my professional opinion on retail space, oh joy I thought. At least I had a few moments outside, a few moments to myself.
I must have walked by that sidewalk café nearly a half dozen times and at that point the then free phone was now taken over. Taken over by a want to be socialite who had mistaken said phone as his personal communication center. I paced, I stared, and I drifted into a cloudless sky daze.
A stranger masked with bronze shaded glasses startled me with a touch on my forearm and commented "you're very pretty". Excuse me, what did you say I thought to myself, I'm sure that expression read clearly on my face. Shaken out of my daze he was gone before I could say thank you.
Thank you for your kind words.
