Unlike Tay, I don’t mean that I met a boy. But it is Wednesday. And something’s beginning again. I’m just not quite sure what it is yet.
Today, I climbed some rocks in Joshua Tree and looked out at the sky. It was the perfect place for an epiphany, a moment of zen to make the world make sense, give my life purpose, fill me with joy.
I climbed down and got back into my car. I turned up the music and drove really fast around the curves. Or at least as fast as one can in a rented Prius.
But I didn’t have any epiphanies yet.
Don’t tell me the epiphany is that there are no epiphanies because that just leaves me floating in the middle of a vast ocean with no oar. Or outboard motor.