Emerging from the cocoon

Andre. Agassi. Open. Go buy it and read it. Cover to cover. He is so freaking funny and brilliant that I want to cry. And marry him. And laugh the whole time. He is mind-blowingly captivating. I can't put this thing down. For me to buy a book full price takes a LOT. It makes me want to write. I want other people to have belly laughs and laugh so hard my teeth were chattering. Twice. I don't think my teeth have ever chattered from laughing before. pg. 211, Sharen. read it!

Reading his book coincides beautifully with my butterfly emerging from the cocoon feeling. I feel untouchable. Brilliant. Broken-through. Some kind of breakthrough happened today, but I don't even know what it was. Intangible, but so real I can hold it, feel it, breath it. Sick. This is the way every day of every life is meant to be lived. With passion, clarity, and love. I love my God, my life, this earth.

I feel like I just won ten million dollars. Andre is right. Winning is not much different from losing. Winning the lottery will not change me. Having more money, houses, clothes, cars, friends, will not change me. Essential me. I feel like I am getting a glimpse of my vast potential. I feel like I could run for president, and change the world. The world is here, for my taking. For the conquering. I know how Jesus feels at the end of Revelations and he's staring down into the pit of Hell where Satan is floundering, apologizing on his knees for the all the horrible things he has done, the lies that he told, the countless lives he has ruined and is ruining even as I write. But I feel like right now, in this one moment, Satan can't fool me anymore. I feel wiser, uncannily strong, like I outwit the enemy. He knows my weaknesses, but I also know his now.

Open. Brilliant. Completely brilliant. I can't believe he doesn't even have a ghostwriter. May I live half the life he has and be half the writer he is. I almost don't want to write this, because you probably won't get the same unadulterated joy I got out of this passage, but in case you don't ever take my sound advice and go buy this national bestseller right away, it's on page 185...
"I can't shake the idea that Brad looks like Early Man, that he just jumped from a time machine, slightly out of breath from discovering fire. Maybe it's all his hair that makes me think this. His head, arms, biceps , shoulders, face covered with black hair. Brad has so much hair, I'm both horrified and jealous. His eyebrows alone are fascinating. I think: I could make a beautiful toupee out of just that left eyebrow." Nuff said.