Dead Crab Dreams


Have you ever seen a dead bird? Not a picture, but a real dead bird. I don’t think I ever have, but I’ve seen some other dead things.

My favorite dead thing was a crab. It was lying in a driveway on the outer banks of North Carolina. The dumb thing had crawled half a mile away from the sand and surf and roasted to death in the sun. What made it an amazing sight, though my husband found it gross, was that it was see-thru. It had dried up and all the color disappeared, leaving only a clear shell that showed its innards. It looked like a mock image of a crab from an anatomy book rather than something found in real life,

Why did it stray so far from the ocean? Did it get too drunk one night and forget the way home? Did it have a fight with its lover and storm off in the wrong direction? Did some cruel kid pick it up and carry it away from its beloved home? Did it hitch a ride on a passing car in the hopes of finding a new life? Or was it just unlucky?

The protagonist in my screenplay, “Projectionist” would find the crab fascinating, but wouldn’t feel too sorry for it. If any of Parker’s friends were around they would take turns throwing the crab at each other until it broke apart. If Parker was with the London, the girl he’s crushing on, he would ignore the crab, assuming she would be grossed out. Maybe I’ll add a dead crab to the script.


Be the Best

Be the Best

I have a 5-year journal where you give a one sentence answer to a prompt every day for 5 years. This one really struck me; if you could be the best at anything, what would it be?

Maybe I’m crazy, but I have a hard time pinpointing one thing that I would like to be the very best at. I have so many things I like to do and so many things I want to explore. If you had asked my high school sophomore self I would have said soccer; I haven’t touched a soccer ball in a decade. If you had asked me after my first art history class I would have said an art historian; I love art history but realized I didn’t want to spend my days in an office.

Maybe the goal of the question is to show you how much you’ve changed over 5 years, but it brings up the feeling I get when someone asks what I’m planning to do with my life, like you have to pick 1 thing and stick with it. I feel like that’s unfair since so many people change jobs and careers all the time. Why do we have to settle for one thing?

Why not be the best at everything we do?

Coincidence or Kismet?

I’m sitting in the movie theater ignoring the previews and talking with my husband Ryan while we wait for “Wolf of Wall Street” to start. We’re discussing a friend’s birthday (happening today) and what we want to do regarding dinner since neither of us had heard of Benihana and didn’t know anything about it. (Did we feel like googling it on our phones, no. Guessing is more fun.) In the middle of the movie they talk about Benihana and we see where we’re going– Teppanyaki, where they chop and cook the food in front of you– very fun.  I think I was the only one in the theater who laughed aloud at the subtle joke about people going to Benihana for their birthdays.

Coincidence? or Kismet?

Yes, it’s probably coincidence that the movie mentioned a place we were going the next day and had questions about. Obviously the script and film were not created based on our pre-screening chit-chat. But it is odd that we were talking about it and the answer appeared.  I’m not sure if that’s fate or just very good timing on my part. But isn’t that really the determinant of whether you think something is coincidence or kismet, timing?  If you are running late and right before you pull your car out of the garage there is an accident, is that coincidence or fate that you’ve missed the accident?  I think more people would call that kismet, that you weren’t meant to be on time today so you could avoid that accident. If you are getting coffee from Starbucks and see a friend you are both going to call that a strange coincidence, but is it?  Maybe you’re running into one another because it’s been too long.

Why is the one coincidence and the other kismet?

Watch today and see if you find yourself saying something is happenstance and the other is meant to be, then switch the idea and see what that makes you feel.  See if you would rather everything be governed by the random or specific choices.

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Recording the Win

Recording the Win

So often in life we record the bads, the days that don’t work, the times we’re frustrated, the moments when people disappoint us. As I was reading Real Simple this month I was struck by the idea of making a Victory Log each day. This is “a list of everything you’ve accomplished that day, including small acts of kindness and good choices.”

This really struck me because it would be a self-feeding list. If I’m recording when I opened the door for the lady with two kids, or the jogger I waved at I am more likely to continue doing these things, and begin looking for them. It would also be a better meter for life than a diary list of grievances if you are looking back.

Since I try to write down a few things every night to accomplish the next day, adding a tally of things I did to make others lives better or good choices I made that day would be a nice way to wrap up today and remember the wRight.Now before moving on to the tomorrow.