I awoke in the best mood. The morning was gorgeous. It was 6:15 AM. I decided not to walk today and to do yoga instead, so I turned on TCM and lo! and behold one of my very favorite actors of all time was there on my tiny TV screen in glorious black & white:



So I put the coffee on, etc., etc., and Fluffy and I settled in for some William Powell wonderfulness. The very best way to start a morning, IMHO.

Then I did this really amazing heart-chakra meditation Deepak Chopra thingie, and it was really unbelievable. I'm being honest about that. The point of doing this specific meditation was that, supposedly, my heart was "going to tell me something." Boy, did it. I finally figured out something about myself that has been eluding my grasp for my entire life. Really, it was nothing less than an epiphany. And then I also suddenly figured out a way to cut my yoga time by nearly half and that was almost as much of an epiphany because I never feel like I have time enough to focus on this new novel and it makes me absolutely crazy and depressed and irritable. (i.e., the new girlfriend said recently, "Well, now I know what you meant when you said you were a cranky writer...") (She also said, "It's okay; I can adapt.")

I also felt like going to a movie at noon today -- pretty much anything that started around noon. I wanted to be alone in a movie theater like I did constantly in the years I lived in New York. Well, I picked Get Smart and then immediately wished I'd picked Hellboy II instead. While waiting for Get Smart to start, they showed previews for Hellboy II. I loved the original Hellboy and this sequel looks just as good. I also saw previews for The Dark Knight which looked wonderfully creepily great... perhaps there are many noon movies in my immediate future.

So I saw Get Smart. No comment. (Although Dwayne Johnson was great; unbelievably sexy man.) But it wasn't so much the movie I needed as the being alone stuff. And the getting away from the laptop stuff. Plus I stopped into this little shop that sells incense, candles, hula girls and tiki gods, etc., etc., because I wanted to buy someone a gift for helping me keep myself alive this past year, and I bought myself this Tranquility incense that smells really good -- are we sensing a pattern here? I'm at one of those junctures where I know my life really needs to change. Maybe it's the birthday coming up, I'm not sure. Not that this whole past year since M. and I broke up hasn't been all about change. I just need more, better, different change. I seriously do. And I know I can do it.