The First Day.

’m guessing this will eventually fade, as I become the not new guy. At least I hope so, cause the first day is always challenging.

I’m breathing normally. You would think that joining a really big company would be nerve wracking. Don’t get me wrong, is a huge deal, but I felt happy and curious, not nervous at all.

Maybe it was because I already had a friend. We came for interviewing and got elected the same day. We started talking while waiting on the lobby. He seemed nice… now he’s even funnier.

The first hours working passed real quick. Suddenly I’m going to lunch with all the other dudes and girls. Awkward at first, cause they all know each other for a longer time. My friend and I are the new dudes in town.

There’s gossip about us. I know. I can tell. Some people staring at me. Some people chatting as I pass by. I don’t know if he senses this behavior too, but for me is like being at college again.

I’m guessing this will eventually fade, as I become the not new guy. At least I hope so, cause the first day is always challenging.

The Good Life of a Good Wife.

In my mind, there was a good life for everyone, but specially for Alicia.

In my mind, Alicia Florrick went over to lead the best law firm in Chicago. With Zach and Grace away in College and Jackie dealing with her new life with Howard, her divorce from Peter went very well and was settled in few months.

Peter and Eli started working on the next move after the corruption scandal. They tried to convince Alicia to run for office, so she could gain experience and then apply to change her address to the White House. She graciously declined. Several times.

Cary spent a couple of months away from the law, until Alicia convinced him to once more join forces to build what would become a new firm: Florrick & Agos. They would take cases they actually cared about and avoid getting very confrontational, like how it happened in their days at Lockhard Gardner. Of course they consider Luca… but of course The Good Fight happened.

Marissa took a last trip to Israel before starting at law school and doing an internship with Alicia. Grace and her became close friends and great lawyers, under the guidance of Alicia and Cary.

After all the struggles, Alicia started over with Jason. He became her partner in crime as they continued working together. He soon moved in her apartment, but spent little to no time there, cause he prompted her into traveling in the weekends.

In my mind, there was a good life for everyone, but specially for Alicia. Not because she deserved it, cause she worked hard for stability, peace and love. After all, a good wife deserves a good life.

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I wasn’t myself earlier.

You have to know this: I wasn’t myself earlier, and beware of the words, because that’s totally fine with the world.

You have to know this: I wasn’t myself earlier.

All the laughter, all the smiling, flirtation and joking about everything, isn’t the real me.

Why? Because there are lots of me.

I have parts of me hidden in the basement, resting in the attic, locked up behind closed doors. And that’s just some of them, the bad ones. Others are washing up in my bathroom, sleeping off in my bedroom, serving up dishes and getting the groceries. These are the better parts of me.

There are lots of me. Bad and good. Devils and angels. Only when they clash, when opportunity comes and the time is right, an encounter gets them into each other, fighting, matching, blending.

That’s what happen when you see me. That’s who I am when you met me. A mixed up me, a blend of my parts. A sort of person, that is in fact parts of experience, sentimentalism, ego, curiosity, nervousness, dancing skills and lots – lots – of imagination.

You have to know this: I wasn’t myself earlier, and beware of the words, because that’s totally fine with the world.

There’s a piece of glass stuck in the ceiling

There’s a piece of glass stuck in the ceiling of this big, cold and empty room. I just realize of its existence. I just realize it is hanging there. I just catch myself staring at it, wondering why, how and who…

Why is it up there?
How it ended stuck?
Who is responsible?

When the sun gets through the windows, it shines and shines. When the lights go out, you can’t even tell it’s there, hanging. Hiding.

I like to look at it. I like to stare. I like to think of it as a very peculiar character, stuck in this life, having no power at all about its fate. Just there waiting for something to happen.

Just like me.
Just like you.
Just like a lot of people waiting to break free from the imprisonment of their minds. From their hiding place.
Waiting to fall to the ground and maybe end up where they belong, where they won’t be just a piece anymore. Waiting to let go of the past and leap over to a new safe space, a new crack, a new spot in the ceiling of their lives.