connections

to the older gentleman who noticed my preference for english breakfast tea as an early morning pick-me-up, thank you. thank you for starting a conversation about the differences between irish and english breakfast teas, reassuring me that there is, in fact, a difference. we totally connected this morning.

to the french gal standing behind me at the market, thank you. thank you for complementing my sandals and starting a conversation about our blissful santa monica weather. i am completely enamored with the morning fog, too. and your accent...take me back to paris. connection, success.

to the guy singing his heart out in the car next to mine, thank you. thank you for appreciating your music to the extent of letting it all out, being so focused so as to not pay attention to my own jam session. little do you know, guy in the prius, that we connected.

and to the employee at starbucks who refrained from hassling me about using the bathroom even though i wasn't a customer, thank you. thank you for noticing the panicked look on my face as i made a detour during my run, practically diving into the bathroom...sweaty as hell. for this connection, my bowels owe you everything.

even in the city where it seems impossible to connect with others, i'm finding that we are able to live in synergy...as long as i'm open to it.