You smile back.  Show gratitude, enjoy it and study why you’re smiling.  And, maybe why this was selected to occur now.

Do I believe in coincidence?  Yes, I think… Do I believe in something beyond all this planning events, or putting me in front of people at a certain time so they can say things to me?  I think so…?

My thoughts are flying in polite circles.  Class today, incredible.  One of the students giving me business ideas, and just ideas to write in this new journal.  I know I said nothing new, but I bought this group of pages before that proclamation.

Relocating, into the Zen Den.

Room taken.  Into break room, then see my writing booth is occupied.  SHIT.  Sit at the small square table in front of the pinball machines.

Till the booth opens up.  I grab it.  Shit, breathe, pretend I’m not annoyed.

Meditation… calm.  Pause, collect before class.  30 minutes or so till I’m back in the Room.

Universe still smiling at me.  And I’m still smiling back.

Message Nurse again.  Note to self, then another.  Enjoying this time.  Everything in this day or any, gifted.  From what.

The Universe?  The STORY??  Why do I need to know?  Maybe I don’t… maybe it’s just the present meditation in this meditative aside.

Been promising myself a lot lately and writing the promises, to stop thinking, overthinking.

Just be present. Speak freely.  Don’t measure so much.  Just put it to page, whether actual or theorized.

177 days till the Nurse and I, I-Do.  Unbelievable.

Time just flying, and if not flying by me reminding me that there is only so much of it in the glass.  What is the Universe suggesting to me in this window, in this scene, with this communication I share that I felt from whatever’s higher, and beyond me here sitting a human??

And maybe that’s overthought.  My brand, maybe.  Putting each thought into a sentence, “getting it all out there” like whomever says.

Yes.  Embraced.  That’s what is.  And with that, the old me is decided to not be.

Change, delicious, invited and moreover forever NEEDED.

Relocating some thoughts, no overthought.  Just moving them.  Quarantining them, you might say.  The circles become determined, and more than thoughts they are decisions.  Demands of SELF, of more SELF.

Then, I smile again.