Right Here, Right Now

I'm going to get out of bed at about eight tomorrow morning. I'm going to shower, shave, meticulously decide what to wear, and after spending far too much time on my appearance; I'll head out the door and begin a day of celebration.

I'll officially be thirty-nine years old. Unofficially, I'm thirty five and holding.

I'll head to Starbucks and order my usual drink; a piping hot quad venti non-fat caramel macchiato. Then, with my free hand in my boyfriend's back pocket, I'll stroll down to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame for a day of mindless entertainment.

I'll sneak in some nose nuzzling, neck nibbling, and cheek pecks when I can. I'll lunch at the Metropolitan Cafe and sip a single pear martini. I'll then head to D'vine for a glass of wine. Or two.

And not once will I think of what could have been. Not once will I worry about money. Not a single thought of where my life is headed will enter my mind.

I will not contemplate where I've been or what I've done. I will not waste a single moment wondering how much or how little I've accomplished in my life thus far.

I'm going to celebrate the "here and now" in the company of the best gift I could ever hope to receive.

Just try to stop me.

This entry was posted by Frankie, on 9.28.2007. You can leave your response.