The Best Day of my Life endeavor – page nineteen?

I’m going to do something a little different right now for today’s blog. Normally I use this place to reflect over my day, and demonstrate flawlessly and poetically how and why it was the best day of my life. Because my life only gets better and better everyday, obviously, but today I shall not reflect. Instead I will flip the mirror on its head to a new leaf on a whole fresh page, and instead of reflecting I will project. Or even predict, or wait, now I’ve got it – prophesize.

Well ok, here is the deal, early this evening, twice, I am talking TWO times, out of a total of TWO attempts, or not even attempts, but more random occurrences, I happened to pick up books, say out loud – ‘you know what’s some awesome advice’ – and then turn to a page randomly and read out the first sentence, and both times, I am talking TWO times, the sentence I randomly put my finger on were profound and ridiculously relevant to the very stuff that was happening at the time (filming on this webseries I am filming, which isn’t important, for what I am writing about right now that is). It was quite mind blowing at the time, at least to me. So I had a thought – I shall try one more time and this next one will not merely reflect the present, but also represent and illuminate something important that will become significant in my future.

So I opened a random book…

Pointed my finger without looking…

And the sentence that began where my finger was read…

‘For it was the best day of my life’…

Woah.

Just like this blog direction endeavor I’ve been gestating and exploring daily for nigh on three weeks now.

Woah.

Well the three-week thing isn’t really worth another woah, I think that last woah was more about the original boom of recognition and acceptance than anything else.

Look I felt like woahing again, ok? That’s the point.

Anyway, I started writing this tonight, as I do every night, with a simple plan of not planning anything, other than letting the previous days events, with a focus on why it was the best day ever, influence stream of consciousness explorations. As I began to write and I remembered the book thing from earlier, which although warranted some hefty woah type activity, had escaped my mind as I delved at the time back into remembering lines and acting with amazing grounded creative realism, it occurred to me that before this blog was over I would have to delve back into a random book for another line – but what will I ask the magic book? What will it tell me? What feels right, right now – ok… I’m thinking.

First words I think of from now are…

Great heights of nuances…

Ok, well that says to me that the next great thing that will grab my heart will be amazing in it’s sense of nuance…

Hmmm…

I am going to now go and randomly grab a book, just the first one on my shelf that I put my hand on…

Ok, I got ‘The Death of Bunny Munro’ a novel by Nick Cave. I have never read this book, so who knows what’s in it…

I will pick a random page and line now…

I wonder what it will reveal…

Here goes…

‘Unclutted sleep’

What the fuck?

It’s nearly 5am, I am still wide awake, my bed is wet from filming a scene earlier where I poured water on my head in bed, and shit, that really gives me fuck all. I don’t see any message, and have no idea where the nuance could possibly be, let alone take me to great heights.

Screw it, I am finished this blog for another day, I am off to bed.

Woah.