There is magic everywhere when it comes to food. In a chilly glass of Prosecco at mid-day. In a wee mountain of smelt immersed in warm marinara. In a vivid bowl of rich mushroom risotto. In the smile of the passionate/about/all manager, Mario, over at Antica Pizza in MDR. In a perfect-to-the-core Neapolitan margherita pizza.
It's truly wacky where the day can take you. You wake up thinking what-to-do-what-to-do...I finally have a free minute. A day of nothing. The weather is sick. The phone is off. The next 24 hours is anything you wanna make it. Craft a pitch? Read a book? Eat at a new joint? Peruse the paper? Walk the beach spine? Any of it. All of it. Listen to soothing tunes. Conjure up dreamy lands. Just try to tune up the system, one breath at a time. One sip at a time. One bite at a time. One nap at a time.
And, remember. You make your own choices. This is the life you've carved out, one situation after another. Does it work anymore? I think it does. Better to figure out a way to tell one story at a time. That's the new deal. Tell one small, yet powerful story at a time. Next to impossible. Why? Cause the brain is like the internet - a full search engine ON at all times. If there we're a way to simply shuffle things. To build flow charts, call sheets, colorful grids...all in the head. I'm lousy with notebooks - small, large, lined, graphed. I have about a mil going at once and even those have become crushing to the true intel. I can't seem to find jack shit.
Yet somehow, one cold glass at a time, things get done. They morph and actualize into things that matter. At least to me.
And, why not kick in some good tunes for these entries? You might find some magic in them.