{"id":44,"date":"2001-02-20T14:30:05","date_gmt":"2001-02-20T22:30:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=44"},"modified":"2001-02-20T14:30:05","modified_gmt":"2001-02-20T22:30:05","slug":"shooting-star","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2001\/02\/20\/shooting-star\/","title":{"rendered":"Shooting star"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>tonight i saw a shooting star. i was cruising down the 405 and watched it soar over city national bank and disappear over the hill. and then i blinked and the sky was black, again.<\/p>\n<p>i didn&#8217;t make a wish, although i suppose i should have; there are more than enough things i could wish for right now <!--like a new apartment with hardwood floors, a special delivery from boston, or a surefire cure for cramps, to name a few--> but it just didn&#8217;t occur to me. instead, in that one shimmering star, i saw a glimmer of hope. just enough to make me realize that i would be okay.<\/p>\n<p>it sounds silly, maybe, but i looked up at the vast dark sky and somehow everything all of a sudden made sense. like the stars fit snugly in their spots in the sky and the moon hung safely on the edge without falling. and every night it&#8217;s the same. i just don&#8217;t notice it. every morning the sun takes over and the clouds come out to play and the wind rearranges the canvas sky like a fickle artist. everything keeps going, whether i care to notice or not. i can try to hide &#8212; today  i just wanted to call in sick and slide under my covers and stay in bed with my blinds tightly drawn &#8212; but the world will keep spinning and life will keep turning. and it&#8217;s okay.<\/p>\n<p>so i might as well face the day, because i only get stronger and braver and wiser as the days go on. i only learn a little more with each trial i face. i only keep growing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>tonight i saw a shooting star. i was cruising down the 405 and watched it soar over city national bank and disappear over the hill. and then i blinked and the sky was black, again. i didn&#8217;t make a wish, although i suppose i should have; there are more than enough things i could wish [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=44"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=44"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=44"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=44"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}