Sitting in the coffee shop of this episcopal church. Biding time. Keeping myself busy until he is through with meetings and it's time to head to the airport.
I can go to certain restaurants and chiropractors offices and be bombarded with sticky Christian music. Here they are playing old soul. Aretha Franklin. James brown.
And just now... The oogum boogum song by Brenton wood. Seriously. Go look it up. It came out in 1967 when I was three which means if I was listening to it I can thank my brothers who are much older than I am. I loved this song so much.
I am here collecting confirmations.. Hmmm... Do they confirm in the episcopal church? I am making note of the signs pointing me along the way. It's like there are little cheerleaders saying, "yes! You are on the right path! So glad you found it!"
How did I not know I was lost?
Today is a practice in being patient and filling up time... And dealing with a headache which I haven't had to do in a very long time. I'm just ready to be home.
He rushes past my table. Why is everyone in such a hurry? His scent slams into me in his wake. And a wave of nausea washes over me.
I support a ban of wearing over bearing cologne in public. And cleaning tables with spray detergent while patrons are eating.
I am in the midst of important conversations. This is a world of business that I am not familiar with. This is when I know that there are people out there who live incredibly different lives than I do. It's not good or bad. It just is.