People ask me daily why I moved here. I despise the question. It’s like the taste of luke warm salt water in my mouth. The question is vague, and there are too many reasons to sum it up to you in one brief moment. If we were to sit down relax chat for a while maybe I could come up with a vague explanation. But, on the spot there’s no phrase for me to lean on like a job, a guy. . I can’t think of any other normal people answers besides jobs and guys.
I moved here to build a web that feels like my own.
This web of my own has been shaken up daily. I’ve been hired, fired, quit, dumped, totaled . . I’ve been learning a lot, humbled a lot. Sometimes I have to laugh at myself when I think I have it figured out just right. Only to walk outside my tidy tiny box. I step out of my comforts, into the uncomfortable, the messy. I’m seeing daily that I am to be no expert on all this.
I walked outside yesterday morning to go to teach my yoga class, to find Whitey (my car) had been totaled. Smashed in and flipped over on his side. Someone in the middle of the night was not in any state to be driving. Don’t drink and drive. Believe me I’m guilty of it in my other life. Thanks to the angels who kept me alive. Us alive. Thank you. Thank you.
These things happen, this life is happening, it’s shaking us up. Rattling us up into pieces. I believe it’s for a reason. To make space. I’ve decided I don’t want the shaking to stop. Keep shaking, keep reminding me. Show me there’s more for me here. There’s more for us here.
So shake me up all you want, just don’t ask me what I’m doing here.