doors

It’s 5:30am PST. I woke up around 4am after a dream where one of my sisters had become a stand up comedian and one of her acts was to go through the audience and hug each of her friends. It was funny.

I took the photo above sometime in January and I just love the blue. I was on a walk and this is an alley I love.

I don’t usually wake up this early on a work day but I had to make a phone call to Ontario and because of the time difference and my work schedule, early mornings are the best time to get that sort of thing done.

I want to start swimming again. I cringe thinking about it a little bit because the act of getting out the door first thing in the morning to go into a body of water which may or may not be the right temperature is a risky one. It’s especially more difficult if you’re going to do it alone.

Doing things alone isn’t scary to me. At least the little things. It’s the big life things I wish I didn’t have to do alone. Like choosing a career path or figuring out where to live. Those things it would be nice to have some company for. It’s weird when everything about the world seems so accessible and inaccessible to you all at the same time. Like it’s all right there and it’s also not.

Even though I’m a little nervous about what’s going to happen both in the immediate future and beyond, I’m trusting that there are lots of doors to be found. And lots of friends to walk with. And I just have to keep walking.