ONE SMALL STEP FOR MAN… ONE HUGE PILGRIMMAGE FOR A FLEA.

Hello, there.

It is Sunday night, the great period of time during which life comes to a cadence, as candles burn to the ends of their wicks and the witches of the weekend go back into their weekday hideaways. Tonight is the first Sunday in a while where I’ve had that little voice in the back of my head that says, “Hey! YOU have to get up EARLY tomorrow!” Yes, it’s true. No more sleeping ’till lunch, because Willa got a job!

I’m not sure how it happened. Mostly, the sun and the stars aligned with my lucky number (236) to create a powerful swell of good luck. I don’t know if you believe in magic, or if I believe in magic for that matter. BUT, all matters aside, my grandmother’s opal ring cracked and fell apart last week, and since then it’s been real smooth sailing around these parts.

(FOOTNOTE: Opals, birthstone of Libras, are known to bring horrible luck to those non-Libras who sport them glamorously upon their finger limbs)

Suddenly, a vague list of “things I need to do” has evolved into a more detailed schedule of “places I need to be to accomplish various tasks and receive monetary compensation.” GASP! I am on my way towards true participatory citizenship in this gr8 capitalist nation.

If everything happens for a reason, I’ll definitely update as soon as I know the reason why I suddenly got a job, just after starting a blog about not having one. But, let it be known: this is not a blog about being unemployed or poor or lazy. No, no, no. Alternatively, it is about the job of living a purposely aimless life, where all sensationalism aside there is really no other goal besides feeling good. And God, sometimes that’s the hardest job of all.