[everything is just so so exciting.]
Yesterday I awoke early and started out on my bike. The Tetons beamed in the morning light at me whilst I yawned into a smile. I thought, I am so lucky.
The loveliness of this now. This day. This love. This joy. I am lucky.
I sang this song to myself all morning:
Until I heard this: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=124816438
I have a new favorite shirt:
I have a new project to get excited about:
That is not yet their name… and definitely not yet their logo… but soon [yes, soon!] Jackson, Wyoming will have a community bike workshop courtesy of some of the raddest people in town. [holler.] I am a wee bit psyched.
I have a new fave song:
This morning [yes, today!] I heard myself in a coffee shop. [yes, literally heard myself] Our local radio station played one of my pre-recorded shows this morning! I was so excited. Like a little kid.
I went to work and turned it on for my clients. I told them…
– Hey, listen! It’s me!
Hey there, Jackson, it’s Rachel here on 89.1 KHOL…
– That’s not you.
– Yes, it is! I promise!
– Nuh uh… You’re right here.
– I know… I recorded that earlier… I promise it’s me!
[a mason jennings song comes on.]
My client puts her ear reeeeeal close to the radio and listens for a while before she says…
– You’re lying. That’s not you. That’s a boy singing.
I texted a couple friends to inform them how famous I was for two hours this morning.
A response: “Damn you sound good on the air”
I could have kissed him on the lips.
[that is beautifulness sent to me by the lovely, mary susan.]
Yes and yes.
All lovely, all exciting times.
My tea tag reads: We are here to love each other, serve each other and uplift each other.
I hope you feel loved.
[because you are.]
[because smiles are pretty.]
Do you ever wonder what blahgs looked like before we all geeked out?
I had to blur it out a bit… so you couldn’t read. [you’re such a snoop.]
This is one of my favorite pages in my journal. Special. Good things written and I also just like the way the pages look together. Yes and yes.
What if I started a blahg that was just me holding up pages in my journal for you all to read?
It’s almost the same thing.
Time for bed.