Sometimes I do know how lucky I am. It's Wednesday, and I have the entire day to work on my newest play. I zoomed with my writers' group earlier. Now I'm at the cafe with two cookies and a caramel sea salt cold brew. A producer just reached out asking if I was interested in a new project. "Sure" I respond now. There's a 10% chance I'll never hear from her again, but it's nice to be asked.
Last night Puhg had the living room, so I got all curled up in bed with a bowl of Jenni's (butterscotch popcorn). I opened my laptop to watch The Other Two. It felt so college and so 30s at the same time. I'd spent the day pounding away at my keyboard, revising and proofing B_rbie episodes for a big deadline. I stirred up gossip in my high school group chat. I had to send difficult emails, but I sent them.
Monday morning I hit the picket line early with a distant Chicago friend. I got a free iced coffee with a blood splatter straw. I fiercely planned two productions and wrote two B_rbie scripts I went so hard I had to powerwalk the 1.2 miles to my favorite Mexican restaurant. A closest friend and I gabbed for hours. I walked home dreaming.
I had no weekend plans, but Puhg and I hit the movies just because. It was so summer sitting on a patio eating falafel and later watching The Haunted Mansion with frosty Coke Zero in the cupholder. Sunday night I walked to the local bookstore, browsed for an hour with Yosh, then he bought me a milkshake.
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