So often I overlook the simple things in life. I got a bagel with butter this morning and it was scrumptious. A simple combination: butter, bread. I'm not sure why I thought to get it - maybe I overheard someone else ordering it. Maybe I'm putting forth a little more effort to attain happiness on a daily, non-complicated level.
Another thing that makes me happy: a notebook. Preferably Moleskine brand, but mostly it doesn't matter. A blank page preceded by many filled in, written on, drawn on pages is like morning coffee, or a day off.
I had a thought recently - when I was a college student I wanted to be a poet. Granted, for one to become a poet one merely needs to write a poem, but I really wanted to be a poet, as in one of those stuffy, scarf-wearing, professor types who gets to take sabbaticals to write poems and spend time at various campuses as a resident poet (a ridiculous premise, if I do say so myself, but I'll take it). But then somewhere along my journey I realized that the poetry "biz" ain't about how "good" the poems are, but rather who wrote it. I'd like to jump straight to the point where I can generate shit poems and still be regaled as a genius (I'm looking at you John Ashberry). Somewhere along the way I became disheartened.
I need to get it back. How do I get it back?
Star Wars. I watched Star Wars a few days ago and remembered that I am not much different than the person I used to be. Life has a pesky way of making us forget who we are. I'm not a regretful person, but I need more reminders in my life of who I am and who I want to be.
"Do, or do not. There is no try." Yoda