Today, is one of my odd days off. It feels like Sunday, because I work tomorrow. But it’s Monday for most people and I’m sitting inside the Whole Foods Market mothership store on South Lamar in Austin, Texas. This is the third WFM within less that a square mile. First was the hippie organic grocery store founded by some friends. Next was the big upgrade, a few lights North on Lamar in what is now the REI building. And now, I’m sitting in the front windowed space of the mothership, eating lunch and enjoying some AC after a hot tennis workout.
Watching as the pretty people pass. Enjoying the calm. The high ceilings. Often, in years past I would sit here and watch for HER, the woman of my dreams. I’m certain she shops here. I’ve written epics about my Organic Girl and @WFM. It’s like the store, the community, is my environment. It’s a bit different today. Amazon now owns John Mackie’s dream. But the spirit is still in this place. A spirit no TraderJoes or CentralMarket has captured. It’s the hippies getting together and having potlucks, buying avocados and bubble bath.
Here I am, in an alternative timeline. Somewhere a few years ago, my life forked. Before divorce and after divorce. Now, I’m a single dad, writer, musican, poet, thinking about all the things I’m still planning to do.
- Start (restart) a band.
- Sell my screenplay.
- Put on some rock n roll shoes to promote my record
- Keep working so I have benefits and money to pay for cat food and sparkling water.
So far, so good.
I AM HERE.
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The hope I see in others
becomes the hope I have for myself,
my life, and my own journey.
– The Happy Cashier
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