Timing.

Timing is everything. We rely on it to the point where it rules us. Think about it: you can never be late. You can never forget. These are not laws, but basic obligations.

I got to thinking. If I left one minute earlier, it would have been me she was asking for directions.

If it were me that she asked for directions, I would be the one that replied, 'I'm heading that way, I can walk you.' From there, 'Aren't you glad you ran into me?'

Then she would say like she did there, one minute ahead of me, 'I am.' Followed by a smile, then an abrupt turn to the right where we would share a drink.

I guess what I'm saying is, Don't get a Brittni when you want a taco.

Motivation

Funny thing--that motivation. It's one of those peculiar grips that you never fundamentally think about. It just sort of comes and goes.

It develops from some of the most insincere sources. Night, bills, lack of sleep; no amount of whiskey. It is unique and almost arbitrary the source from where it blooms. But hear me out Chicago, It's out there. Find it. Transpire. Utilize.

Make a name.

Share a smile. Coffee helps, but then again what doesn't?