So I learned the phrase "Go big or go home" last year - ok, so I'm a little behind - and haven't looked back since.
I live for the kind of days, even the kind of moments, where you are so engaged in what you are doing or who you are with that you forget what day it is. At work, at home, even in the car - just as long as your hands stay at 10 o'clock and 2 o'clock on the steering wheel, right? Not every day is like that, but enough of them are if you remember to notice.
Ever felt that way? Sometimes for example when I'm cooking I get completely into the moment. The food turns out well - at least, my friends who eat with me seem to think so.
When I'm not cooking, I write, play music, meet people, enjoy my friends, watch sunsets. But usually not sunrises; I'm rarely awake then unless I've been up all night.
Or at other times, I try to get a little outside my comfort zone. I'm learning salsa dancing and starting to get good! By pushing the limits a bit I've become a good public speaker, published writer, pretty good cook, good listener.
I love my job, even on the days when I want to pound my head against the nearest brick wall. I love my neighborhood and love the life I made for myself. But that doesn't mean I'm stuck in my routines and snug in my own space with no room for anyone else. Life is meant to be shared, laugh with, laugh at, cry a little, grin a lot and ask the person I am with, "so what are we going to do today?" ... and then laugh about our answer and see what happens.
I love traveling - I once lived in Madrid and I speak fluent Spanish. After a glass of wine I can wing it in Italian and maybe French and Portuguese - but no promises if I actually make any sense. Still, the laugh with you will be worth it.
I once lived in San Francisco and I speak fluent Bay Area-ese. Mostly you say "hella" a lot. I now love being in and around Los Angeles - it's history, so closely tied with my own family's history, is just waiting to be discovered.
