falter

[jillrlev]

yesterday, i was sitting in a cafe by myself in between classes, eating tiramesu and drinking my latte and finally taking time to reflect on the week in my journal- just exactly the space that i needed and exactly what i hoped the afternoon would offer when i looked up to see a bus stopped across the street. across the top was written the word "falter" after which were written 2 long words in german which of course meant absolutely nothing to me. so there was just that word- falter. flashed before my eyes like a suggestion, but more than a suggestion. the way it stood alone in my perspective made it look more like a command from some unseen higher power within me, somewhere outside of me, it makes little difference. falter. such a poetic word for screwing up, stumbling, making a mistake. and i thought what an interesting life it seems it would be to strive to falter, to learn, to pick yourself up to get ready to falter again. i like the idea of a life that looks like that- not measured by successes or accomplishments but by your mistakes. it felt like a call to action. make it happen. because it doesn't have to be perfect. or right. but it will be whether you make something happen or not. so maybe it's the happening that matters and not the quality of the happening. happen. falter. it all comes back to the brilliantly coined nike slogan doesn't it? just happen. just falter.

there's a dance in there, i'm pretty sure, and definitely a poem. hmmm, collaboration time?