today has been one of the most immaculate.
ranging from JP at church, with his irresistible white rimmed glasses and past heroine addiction, to ending the night here on my bed listening to my clothes spin in the washer.
i always talk about how i hate working at jimmy johns. literally, it's the last place i ever want to work. but it is nights like these that i love it. i worked with all of my favorite people at jjs, minus bailey. there were only four of us and we were a dream team. running a million and one deliveries and still managing to keep our sanity. i made 50 dollars in tips, despite the numerous people who failed to tip me, even when i sat in the rain for 10 minutes waiting on them.
one house i delivered to... what was the address. 1416 george? i walk up to the door and the aroma of marijuana stimulates my whole body. i knock on the door, and some long-haired, blue-eyed beauty greets me with a twenty dollar bill. i see his friends with their huge bong in the background, and i am preparing his change, when he says "don't worry about it" and closes the door. i walk away speechless and thank God over and over and over.
after a guy paid me 10 dollars in quarters, nickels and dimes, i cashed out and Katie gave me a free sandwich. i could've cried.
i think that it's on deliveries that i actually have time to think about things, spiritually. such as - why don't i make time for yoga. even in these moments when i'm just sitting in my room, mindlessly cruising on tumblr. i could be calming my body down and releasing all of the tension i can feel in my neck, down my spine, all the way to where my hips meet. my mat is here and everything.
instead i drink my cold tea with a little sugar in it and think about how i should wash my face. brush my teeth. bring my bike from my parents' over to my jones house.
my mind is always spinning.
gradually i'm travelling onward.
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