Send and Receive

"This job is like a fudge pie from a distance. And then you get closer and it's like, 'that's no fudge pie'. - Andrius

Names. Funny things. Labels.

Andrius changed his name when he became a citizen of the GRAND o'l US. His name was too old to make it over the thick teeth of English speakers. 'Williams' breathes easy with a pace that invites familiarity.

In some universe out there, my husband kept his born name. In that universe of never-was my name's Els Volkoviene. I imagine she has my sense of humor and when she signs her initials, she does it phonically to justify having a neat signature on the dotted line.

I'm 26. I work at a healthcare outsourcing center. I'm a medical auditor. A passing stage of three years and counting.

Welcome to my moment. Here it is. Right here. Right now. This is the best it gets. The apex of my skill. Years of education boiled down to the pounding of this keyboard with a venom dips down bent elbows as I rush against time to get as much smeared against this screen as I can before -

I remember it was snowing when I first saw Andrius. Him in his green vest, me in my work clothes. His camera was hanging from his neck with the lens off, taking stock footage for his then job at the news. A few hours later in the warmth of the downtown Starbucks as we chat over a cup o'joe, I knew I had just met my best friend.

Let's move to Paris.

I wake up every morning with a distinct advantage over the rest of the world.

I'm not waiting for Friday.

While everyone else is looking forward to the weekend that will be spent in a drunken daze as they try to cram a week's worth of living in to burning nights, I'm alive in the ever vanishing moment. They get two, three days max, of recreation. I pick up the other four days. I want the Mondays. Bring on the Wednesdays, watch me dance away Thursday. And the Tuesdays. Let me tell you about the Tuesdays. They are lazy and wonderful. Each day I drive in to Denver, I'm singing in my car because I'm exactly where I want to be, doing what I want to do. My weekend is here. It's right now and I'm thriving.

I know a secret that only happy people know. Happy people, truly happy people, will be happy no matter where they are or what they're struck with. And I'm happy. Happy to the very core of my being. Happy to the point that I don't need events to sustain it.

Having arrived here I find it hard to relate to anyone else.

But you can watch me try.

Blessed Be.

EVE