I woke the next morning feeling much better than the morning before. The lack of alcohol was a great help, but the lessons I had learned from my new friends were starting to make sense in more than just a mental knowing. I awoke with the feeling that the day would bring a new state of being. As the thought merged into my spirit, I asked myself again `what effect would come of my cause?’
I quickly made my way to my computer and began to strategize the day ahead, considering the wisdom imparted by David and the context that Iman had added. I read over what I had written the previous day, and at the end, the cursor blinked, awaiting what was to follow.
As if on cue, the telephone rang.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Good morning,” came the now familiar voice. “I hope my husband didn’t get on your nerves too badly. He’s been under a lot of pressure lately.”
“Don’t worry about it, Alicia.”
“Well, I know he can be a bit… overwhelming at times. I just didn’t want you to be dissuaded by anything that he said.”
“Not at all. I appreciated the perspective.”
“Good.” She paused for a moment. “I think it’s really cool what you’re doing.”
“Thanks. That means a lot.”
“I don’t know why, but I just felt inclined to tell you that. I mean, it seems like a pretty daunting task, but you really seem to have a vision for it.”
“Well, it’s starting to become clearer,” I said. “I still don’t know exactly how this is all going to go down, but I feel like I’m starting to understand it better.”
“Just make sure to take your time and don’t rush things.”
“Me? Rush things?” I said with a smile. She seemed to know me better than I’d imagined.
“Yeah, you seem a bit like the impetuous type. Not many people give their tires away to strange, pregnant women.”
“You’re not that strange.”
“You don’t know me that well,” she laughed. “Anyway, having lived here for awhile, I just feel like Sarasota could use a new direction, and you seem to have a lot of passion for offering just that. But like I said, don’t rush it. You can only do so much at one time.”
“Thanks, Alicia. I appreciate it.”
“Sure thing. Well, I better let you get to work. Good luck.”
We said our goodbyes and I looked back to the blinking cursor, considering what the next word would be.
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