I live in parallel universes. Seriously. There is the place called "reality number 1", a big city packed dense with energy from people with concentrated faces working 3 blackberries while making big decisions with serious consequences. Full of responsibilities and pressure to perform. Then there is "reality number 2" where the biggest decision you have to make is what bikini to wear. Nothing you do is of much consequence to anyone else and "have to" is replaced by "want to".
When you are in the first reality, it feels like the second one doesn't actually exist. Like it was some weird dream that you had before you woke up and realised it is 6 am and you have to go to the gym and drop by the dry cleaners before you have to be at work where you will probably spend 10 hours at your desk. Then you have a cocktail party followed by dinner and you are trying to squeeze in a "fly-by" at your friends birthday drinks... Reality number 1 is the only reality for most people I know. I however, have the great fortune of being able to catapult myself to this parallel universe that is reality number 2 and live in slow motion for a while. That my friends, is pure magic!
And as I am in the world of magic, it isn't strange that something extraordinary would happen on just another Tuesday...... I danced on water. I did. Juan and I danced on water and it was magical.
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