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Day 266: Rush Hour (how to get nowhere fast)

What starts the love rush, exactly? And let’s forget sexual chemistry for a second or two. What makes you realize you are in over your head because your heart is bursting? Is it a look? Something they say? What triggers it? That “oh shit, I think I love this person” rush that infects your insides. And there is no turning back once the rush hits. It’s a scary, truthful, sobering flood. You now have something and  someone  to lose. You now have a very good chance of getting hurt. If they love you back? High-Fives and Hallelujahs! But if you know they don’t? Ugh. Then terror is amplified tenfold and you’re swimming in the deep end. In the dark. All alone. Reciprocation is key. Reciprocation is the life jacket. That’s why, friends, it’s important to understand what started the rush for you. The look? The words? What has left you with nothing but saturated, condensed feelings that overwhelm you at will? You have to figure it out. And then Ol’

Day 265: for safe keeping

There in the attic we accumulate particular keepsakes. Out of our peripheral vision but always overhead. Some days, rainy ones, we want to climb up there and peruse through them. For old times’ sake. To shake our heads and get overwhelmed with emotion. That distinctive blend of heartache mixed with gladness that comes from surveying the past. Attics can hold trunks and trunks of treasure troves. Some heavy with souvenirs. Some light and simply waiting to be filled. But the trunks themselves can be like solid, solitary crypts. Their dusty lids silently reminding us that perhaps our greatest treasures do not require a final resting place. Perhaps our greatest treasures do not need to be found again and again. Like every beautiful thing that sits with time, they will age and fade away. Try as we might, we cannot hold a moment in our hands forever. Or fold it neatly over blue tissues and place it in an airtight box for preservation.

Day 258: The Sunday Shift

The Sunday shift can be a crapshoot. You never quite know what to expect. Who might turn the corner, and surprise you by walking right in. Who will leave you tongue tied. And who will turn your day around with a gimlet and easy conversation. It’s the ‘old world’ way of finding your way. Around a new town. Around new faces that blend in with the familiar. A penny for your troubles and a dime for the bartender. That’s the way it goes, if you so choose. And at the end of the night, when you tally it all up and the cash register cranks open to empty wooden slots, you don’t mind. Because the Sunday shift is the best shift. Even if it don’t pay much. *The Sparrow 5322 Boulevard Saint-Laurent. MTL , QC

Day 246: Dear Me, Look Up.

Sometimes, like today, it can be Christmas in June. Sometimes amazing luck rains down with the sunshine, and makes you forget a bad burn. Sometimes a best friend chooses to move a few streets away and the summer feels brand new. Sometimes people honor you simply by letting you into their lives and telling you their stories. So when you feel your life has turned too quickly on a dime. And are puzzled by the lessons you are forced to learn before you feel ready to. Remember that it is not all Heads or Tails in life. Sometimes it is just plain Hearts.