As I sit in this overly air conditioned Peets’ on Sunset Boulevard and Larrabee Street after over three hours of searching the city for a quiet, not so “scene-y” spot to read, write and research, I get blasted with 30+ text messages from a girlfriend who just got into a fight with her boyfriend (my Blackberry can’t keep up with the incoming texts):
her: let’s get waffles on sunset girl
her: I’m on a realll breakup this time
her: …no food…
her: no more boys who droll. Over us and put us on petals only till they get u and somthing else pretyy walk by (read: no more boys who drool over us, put us on pedestals – – but only until they feel like they have you, then treat you differently when another pretty girl walks by)
(this continues and I remain lost in her stream of thoughts @ 100 mi/min)
her: the waffles are amazing
her: i did u a favor
her: come with me
her: let’s do itttt
her: i’m beggin you
her: seunset and vine
her: i need ur face
(did I miss someting?)
me: dude…what time?
her: now? he’s awful…
I’m stuck between a glass of a tall iced latte, a printout of my personalized Peet’s Coffee internet passcode, three heavy bags of books, paper, junk…and I don’t know what to do. It’s 5pm, and I need to schedule a couple of posts for the week and get to bed by 8:30pm…Meanwhile, I’ve skipped out on the gym, returning phone calls, doing laundry, getting gas, transferring funds into my checking account, calling my mom, picking up my glasses, and I’m sure a lot of other important tasks.
me: stop texting. I will call you.
me: I’d like you to take a deep breath over and over until I call you back.
her: it’s fine i can’t talk.
me: where are you?
night and day…Blog, research, write..
“The world belongs to the energetic.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
It’s easy to blame our failure to meet our goals or to live our dream lives on a lack of energy, and we don’t always stop to think about the quality of energy in our lives. Yet we can choose to create and manage our own energy flow.Think of an instance when you’ve been so involved in an activity that you’ve lost track of time, and then identity the passions and energies you were feeding. Who was there with you? What were you doing? What will you do to make time for moments like that one more often?(Author: Julia E)
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