Sometimes I feel like I'm living in a movie. Things just happen so perfectly that it's got to be scripted. This weekend I don't know what movie I was in, but it was living a dream.
One of my best friends came to visit me. I've missed him a lot. We used to meet up in Silicon Valley for coffee and books lunch, dinner at Mike's cafe with Maureen or hitting up the Asian markets in Sunnyvale or San Jose's Japan town looking for strange and wonderful treasures (Men's Pocky!).
One of the big bummers of moving south is lack of lunch partners. New company, new city will do that to you. So it was a boon to have an old friend to kick around with and share my new town. All summer long I'd send him emails and talk to him on the phone from my various LA adventures... and now was my chance to have him experience those things first hand.
It started out with a dream I wanted to experience. I drive by the Georgian almost everyday on my way to work. I see the happy people drinking their coffee on the verandah. I wanted to be one of those people on the verandah, so I made Mike stay at the Georgian and I met him for breakfast. There we were, sitting outside, the sun shining in our faces and it occurred to me that my dream came true. At that moment I was aware that I was experiencing my dream as reality. It didn't change my dream or my reality. It didn't change anything. I was just more aware. And happy that my dream came true.
It made me realize that dreams don't have to be big things. They can be simple and small things. Dreams come true everyday, if you let them.
I love when moments like that happen! It is so good you do not want it to end!
Posted by: Brooklynn | November 30, 2004 at 11:04 AM
How can I meet Jim Carrey (actor) in person and have dinner with him? Make this dream come true for me. Renee'
Posted by: Renee | February 06, 2005 at 02:12 PM
First off Renee, you have to take responsibility for making your dreams come true. There is only one person who can make your dreams come true and that is yourself. Once you realize this and live that way, move to LA (or come visit) and listen to that little voice inside you. Get a pair of dice and let them show you the way to Jim Carrey's dinner table. Carry them in you pocket and when you throw them, do as they advise.
Posted by: guideovescent | February 07, 2005 at 09:46 PM