Sponteneity

 I answered an evite the other day for a special movie presentation at a classic old theatre in town, to celebrate its 85th year. 85 years! How is that possible?!

So I’ll be heading out soon to see whatever classic movie I signed up to see. I don’t recall the title, but it doesn’t matter to me—I’ll be participating in a celebration of movies in general, in a movie theatre which has kept most of its old-fashioned charm. Plus, there will be snacks afterward! Winning!

I love that I can choose to take part in such an event. I love that I long ago got over feeling that I needed company in order to enjoy going anywhere or doing anything. I can be my own company, and that’s more than okay.

As the leaves fall under a cloudy sky, I’ll be engulfed in a vision made real by the producers, directors, writers, actors, and all those associated with making a story come alive. It’s quite magic, I think. I’ll be in the world they fabricated, transported from Sacramento, California to whatever setting they’ve devised. 

So today, I’m grateful for the willingness and ability to attend this event, to meet with others who also enjoy this kind of adventure, and to enlarge my own vision, even for just a couple of hours.