Meet me on the moon. Find your own way there.
I found that the way to the moon was simply to draw a ticket. I did not need to build a rocket ship. I needed only to create an invitation.
I thought my ticket was not being validated. Why wasn’t I on the moon? What had happened, I guess, actually, is that I gave my ticket to someone who did not invite me to go with them. It’s such a mom cliche isn’t it? You give someone an invitation assuming you would be their plus one. I think this is a Seinfeld episode. Reminds me of when my best friend got married and asked me to be her maid-of-honor rather than her sister and the sister was so upset, but we all knew it was supposed to be me because we were thick as thieves and her sister was struggling to manage her new family. Also she bankrupted my friend by taking out credit cards in her name. I suppose it should not surprise me no one has redeemed my handmade ticket. It sits on the window sill of someone I do not know, who wanted to take a picture of it and you both forgot.
I am building another ticket. It’s going to take time but it will be so much more beautiful, and I promise to myself I will be the one to redeem it this time.