fate, texas

on my way to texarkana the other day, i passed through a town called fate...i don't know why i expected some place that would instantly illuminate me to the possibilities of the future...but i gave it a shot...from city limit to city limit i held my breath in hopes of some great insight i could only get from a place called fate...

alas, it did not work...i'm not really one of those people...i simply believe that the day IS what the day IS...so, as i drove through the second time, instead of expecting the great vision- i exhaled and wondered if people actually move there to gain insight...

for those of us outside those city limits, i feel safe in saying we all really want to know, right? isn't this why we wake up every day? besides the joys of morning coffee, what else happens that ensures us we are doing exactly what we are supposed to be doing?

last night, i watched again for the hundreth time, big moving to napa valley and leaving carrie behind...it doesn't matter how many times i watch this, i expect fate to take a turn somehow...delusional, i know...but i still think there is a part of me that hopes that time can take an unexpected turn - even if that moment has proven otherwise a series of time before...

maybe this is my hope in the new day...the baptism of another sunrise...that life is more than just fate...even when there is a sign saying that "this is the place"...it's october...i have never felt the call to be brave like i have this week...brave in the sense of accepting and believing in my call...it's time to put it out there...be brave and do what i want to do...be brave and seek out the things that invoke passion...be brave and live into the new day...the nuni de, baptism, all the things that make us new...in some sense, i could call it fate...

but i would vote to change the signpost to "intentioned, texas"...it makes me feel braver about what today means...