Tuesday Afternoon
Tuesday, June 24th, 2003I went outside after eating lunch today and read in the park. It’s a perfect day. The kind that as kids we’d complain about having nothing to do on. I take that back, we’d be down at the Centennial pool getting sun-burned and blonde hair. I’d jump off the high-dive and think I had a chance with the older teenage lifeguard.
Before I get off on a tangent, I must impart a thought: I was sitting in the park reading Frank McCourt’s “Angela’s Ashes” and the thought occurred to me, what if I’m not awake? What if this life has been a huge expansive dream? What if I’m really who I wish I was with the woman I want in the life I thought I’d have by now? Or, more interesting, what if focusing on THAT life brings it into reality?
Too many questions, too few answers.