he called it the “champagne period”. he said it with conviction and hope and he told me we were in it. sparkly, shiny, bright and bubbly: the beginning. i loved him immediately for phrasing the precipice of “us” as such and for equating he and i to something so happy. he left after four days to go back to california – leaving me in that champagne state to consider our serendipitous meeting, our falling towards each other and the deeper meaning of it all.
it’s funny: the people who change your life appear when you least expect it and this encounter with mr morningstar was exactly that: unexpected. i was with my best friend, the lovely and talented miss moya khabele – at, um, WALMART of all places. he and i literally ran into each other in the aisle between the frozen foods and cheap made in china clothing. WORD. it was an explosive, totally random meeting – like two stars hurling through space and coming together in a stellar collision. it was 100% unexpected, just like all those stupid bullshit stories-you-hear-all-the-time-but-never-really-believe-until-it-happens-to-you…and here it was, HAPPENING. to me. cosmic.
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after a month or so of being in it, my findings on the subject are this: the champagne period is real. but here’s the catch: you have to be in your own constant state of vibrational goodness to attract and keep it. ok, so, yes, i was at walmart. yes, i had on no make-up and yes, i was wearing dirty, disgusting jeans, a tank top i slept in the two previous nights and birkenstocks**. but i was happy. i was happy bouncing around a stupid big box store at 10pm on a thursday night, being silly and being myself with my bestie. i felt complete, whole – and at some kind of peace. i was in my own champagne period – with myself. see? you gotta just be – and let it come to you.
cheers.
**note: the cute kind of birkenstocks, like the ones heidi klum wears, ok?
for tom.
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