Last night, I was driving “home,” smiling to myself over the fun day that the sun had set to. I was grateful for simply being in Southern California. It’s the beginning of eighteen days off for me; eighteen much needed days away from that Dreamliner. I am staying in the same timezone for the most part, and my feet are firmly (as my definition goes) planted on the ground. I’ve been back since Tuesday. It is pretty accurate to say that I love being back. Back, and not working for over two weeks does not mean sleeping days away, lazy. I have been busy. Really busy. With things like coffee at my favorite cafe, responding to a million emails, laughing with my best girl friends, hiking mountains, talking to Sybil, and tenaciously pursuing freelance work. This life here includes a wonderful busy because it feels like play. And no one can tell me that my nails are the wrong color, or that my hair has to be braided. I feel this sense of freedom, peace, and happiness; feelings that seem to be lacking when my life is consumed by the employer, and when my required location is Florida.
And last night, in my moment of deep contemplation, I realized that it was Friday, and that I was supposed to blog. I missed another fitness post. Oops. I don’t know how I missed this again, and as the boss, I guess one is not supposed to let your bloggers down in this manner, but I did. I forget things sometimes, like where I put my keys, or which suitcase my shoes are in, or what day it is. This time I didn’t forget because I am forgetful though, but I forgot because I was too busy living. Too busy happily living.
I spent my entire Friday day with my better half, and with the other third that is thrown into the mix every once in awhile.
I gravitate towards beautiful brunettes apparently. (I know you would too).
And then, there was the added bonus of one of the most inspiring, and contagiously enthusiastic women I have ever met who took time for a lunch date. I hope that I catch the contagiousness of Nicole’s personality. She truly is incredible. We met over a persimmon five years ago, which then led to mountain cabin dance parties and snowboarding in Whistler, bike rides along The Southern California Sea, and creative talks on topics like writing and life dreams. She just finished biking across The United States. Yeah. You read that right. All the way across the United States. I’m proud of her. It’s great seeing old friends, and being reminded through their story that even though life isn’t perfect- ever, and we all get lost, any one of us can still find a beauty, and a better within, and through the chaos.
These are the types that fill my world; writers, adventurers, dreamers, planners, doers. I am blessed. I am lucky. I feel like if I can even be just a sliver of who they are and how they live, I will be better, and I will be beautiful in my own chaos. Surround yourself by those that make you better. Make those around you better. Encourage and be encouraging. I love surrounding myself with the strong, the authentic, the kind, the unique. You become like the five people you spend the most time with- who do you want to be?
If for the next few weeks, you don’t see me around airplanes, or I’m looking to be a little permanent, distant, or whatever it may be- just know…
I am busy HAPPILY living, and that could take me anywhere
Curious. Bubbly. Creative. Curating a life I don't need an escape from and inspiring you to do the same.
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