my mom and dad were caught in the storm. mom charged her phone in the car. sent a text. dad’s zone got flooded out. he called a few days later. the same day i began to really worry, or i guess just miss him more. weird thoughts intruded, about death. about happiness. about sadness. a bird pooped on my head. i saw that happen to my aunt once. we were walking the rocks of the pier in pompano beach i think. she huffed and said, “not again”. i know it’s good luck. anyway, i turned right around from where my feet were headed and went back home to wash my hair. i thought, well tomorrow i can do it. i did not do it today either. but came back online to start to read about some bird-poop-good-luck stories. i read one. i’m inspired. something about self acceptance and dwayne wade being broke and making it. i started thinking about what’s unraveled so far since the incident. yesterday evening a few hours after it happened i got a proposition for an advancement with a client. today i decided not to go to my appointment that i missed yesterday…working on the self acceptance part. perfectionism is a bitch isn’t it. so, i wonder what else is lined up. i’m thinking a nice invite and some romance from a lover. i’m thinking a calm and safe visit over seas to my homeland. i’m thinking some clarity. i’m thinking my entire vision board coming true.

has it happened to you?