Are you pickin' up what I'm puttin' down????

I don't know if it's in or if it's out, but I'm really diggin' giving people the thumbs up. Just to be clear I'm not just talking about peeps in my circle. I am talking about complete and utter strangers.

I saw a really cute older couple driving a new VW bug last week and when we stopped at the light, I looked over at them, smiled and gave them a thumbs up. The older woman in the passenger seat smiled waved back at me and gave me a thumbs up right back. It felt good.

Later that same day, I was on my way to pick up Keri from work and I was stopped at a light and I glanced over at the bus stop. There sat a 30's something dude with a curled up waxed mustache. I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up. He had both of his hands in his front jeans pockets sitting on the bench and he smiled a shy smile and gave me a thumbs up right back.

It is that easy to make some one's day. Did these people really have their day made by a stranger giving them a thumbs up for reasons they have no way of knowing? I, like them, have no way of knowing, but what I do know is that it created happiness in me. I am the someone who had their day made and I did it all by myself. Well, not completely, because they were involved right? BUT I bet you a thumbs up, if you looked at yourself in the mirror and gave yourself a genuine thumb's up you would make your own day. What the hell!!! Get generous and give yourself two thumbs up!

Create good feelings in yourself and then share yourself with the world. I'm totally diggin' it.

I am a writer.

One day last week I had an appointment and I very much like to arrive on time or even early is better. In this particular case, my appointment was at 9am and I was across the street in a coffee shop at 7:45. Now, that is unusually early for me, but I had taken Keri to work and my appointment was not far from her office, so I decided to hunt down a coffee shop, iPad in tote and pretend to be living my dream. I am a writer sitting in a coffee shop with my headphones on. Writing and sipping coffee. This is my job. It felt,...Hmm,... Let's see, how can I put this?

AH-MAZE-ING!!!!!

I sorta feel like I should write more about how amazing it felt, but a little voice is telling me that it doesn't have to be explained because what matters is what I felt and am still feeling. I fucking LOVE IT!!!!! This is me. This is what I do. I am a writer, bitches.

Picture me hopping around with excitement, sportin' the biggest smile you ever did see, right smack in the middle of my face.

This like many other blogs totally went sideways from where I intended when I started. That's one of the totally amazing things about writing, you never really know where you're going to go. You just follow the energy and the slight little nudges of intuition and then, there you are, right in the middle of your own manifested reality.

I love it! I love it! I love it!!!!!

So, do you wanna know what I intended to write about? Ok, Ok. I'll tell you, but I have to say you're a little bit like a little kid begging me for one more story right before bedtime and since I'm the grown up in this situation (a rarity) I have to let you know that we are going to save that story for another time. The good energy from this story is very sacred and must be held in a place of reverence. The telling of another story would affect the good vibes I got flowing right now.

Sweet dreams, little one and we shall meet again another time for another story. And now you have something to look forward to in your future.