These four favorite things are near and dear to my heart, and they give me reason to get out of bed in the morning. These four things are family, the beach, live music, and theatrical productions.
And this past weekend was filled with all four!
My aunt flew into town on Saturday. I picked her up from the airport and we made our way downtown where we met up with my good friend, Heather, and we all found our seats in the Keller Auditorium to watch a Broadway production of Wicked!!
The show was AMAZING! The talent these performers posses just blows my mind! If you haven't seen it, I can't recommend it enough, go see it!!
On Sunday we first headed north to have a nice visit with my grandma and her boyfriend, Martin. Neither of us had seen her for quite some time, so it was great to spend a few hours chatting and catching up. She's so happy, and it's so nice to see.
Doesn't my grandma look awesome?! She's 83 and you'd swear not a day over 60. I'm not at all upset that it's her genes I've inherited.
After our visit Saleen and I headed west toward the coast. We made a quick pit stop at DQ and got our Blizzard on first. Mmm, tasty!
Ahhh, then we arrived at my happy place.
Monday night we attended the sold out Kelly Clarkson concert and danced our socks off! Kelly put on an amazing show and it was a great way to round out the perfect weekend.
I had a good friend call me on my shit last night.
"What are you afraid of?"
He asked me this question in response to a conversation surrounding my desire to run away from Portland. I've had a wild hair and it's been a tough desire to shake. He mentioned that for him to pick up and move would be a huge disruption to life, and take 6-12 months to execute. He listed all the annoyances that come with moving - finding a new place to live, forwarding mail, re-building your tribe, etc. I listened to his list and literally laughed out loud.
The thrill of change is like a drug to me. The seeking of new people to build relationships with (even if they are only for a short time). Searching for new job opportunities, new places to explore, new coffee shops to frequent... this all fills me with a sense of adventure, pride and excitement. After telling him this, his response was,
"So when is it time to grow up and recognize that what has always worked for you in the past, may not work as well for your future?"
If anyone else had asked me this question, I would have answered with a polite, "fuck you." And to be honest, I was tempted to tell him that as well, but something gave me pause. I sat with his question for a moment and heard the truth in it.
The honeymoon stage is always the best part of any relationship or job. But what happens when you pass that stage and remain in the relationship? I honestly don't know. I've never stayed that long.
What am I afraid of? I'm afraid of sticking it out. Afraid of not hearing how amazing I am, because I'm no longer new to team. Afraid of friendships waining because they find new interests and new people to explore them with. Afraid of growing roots. Afraid of people seeing who I really am, and not liking me anymore.
Suddenly the challenge of picking up and moving isn't what's exciting me anymore. The challenge of staying is what's on my mind today. It's not going to be easy, but I have a feeling the outcome will be better this time.
I may just be ready to lean in to the uncomfortable and face this fear head on.