Me, a year ago.

Around the bend…

Photographs aren’t the only way to see the changes in ourselves.  I’ve always kept millions of journals throughout my life.  I have old journals dating back to when I was 8 years old.  Seriously.  I love finding them and reading my entries and thinking about who I was then and what my days consisted of.  In the past year of my life, I’ve gone through more changes than I can fathom.  Reading a journal entry from that time is a reminder of this.  Here is me, one year ago…

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It’s all so meant to be…

Vision Blurry.

Part of relocating to the far off land of LA from small town Massachusetts meant leaving my steady paying career behind for the unknown.  My brother went through the same thing after moving to Colorado a few years ago.  I suppose it’s part of the process of life – this learning that a career isn’t necessarily conducive to happiness.  In talking to him yesterday on the phone about where our lives will take us after we figure out what to do with ourselves, it was also a good reminder to me that, though at times not having a salary and a steady paying job can be stressful, there was a reason I was so ready to give it all up and move 3,000 miles away – it was overrated and I wasn’t that happy.  If I was, I wouldn’t have left.  So, waiting tables it is…and I couldn’t be happier about where I ended up…

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Meet Lionel

Life is good…

This is Lionel.  On a recent trip to Santa Monica, we ran into Lionel as we walked along the beautiful street bordering the beach, leading all the way to the Santa Monica Pier.  I first heard him.  He was singing “You Are My Sunshine,” and it carried through the air.  I was drawn over to him and his smiling soul.  I put a dollar in his cup, said, “Thank you for the smile and for your beautiful soul,” and he smiled back and told  us his name, and asked me if I’d like to take his picture.  Well, of course I would! So he posed with his umbrella, and his cup, and his sweet smile.  I thanked him profusely once again, for brightening my day, and walked off.  Twently minutes later I was still catching myself singing “You Are My Sunshine.” In fact, I’m humming it again now.  Thank you, Lionel.  You’re beautiful.

Perspective is a Blessing

Land and sea.

I’ve been living in Los Angeles for almost a year now, and though I still love it, it’s definitely become “home” and with that comes the annoyances and hardships that being “home” entails.  I’ll never forget the magic of first moving here – it was literally the happiest time I can remember.  Someday, I promise myself, I’ll put it all into words.  While speaking with one of my very oldest friends this week, our coversation went the way of “I’d love to move somewhere like LA, but I’m afraid that it would cease to feel like vacation and start to feel like “home” home.” (This was not verbatim, but you get the drift.) My sweet friend hit the nail right on the head.  A place, no matter how wonderful it is, will inevitably become “home” after a while.  Our conversation centered around what an amazing thing perspective is.  It went from perspective relating to living in our small town and then moving away, only to realize what an amazing little place that home town is, all the way to the persepective I gained from losing my father (I’d give anything to have my parents “annoying” me).

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