This past Sunday I received a piece of unsolicited advice
that admittedly, caught me off-guard at
first listen.
But, things take a little time to sink in, settle, and absorb,
and
I realize it was one of the more valuable observations delivered to me... maybe
ever.
I was invited to a Sunday supper in a beautiful, sun flooded, airy home
with a backyard and fresh cut flowers on every table.
My fellow dining companions were all
strangers to me, save for the friend who extended the invite.
The company was
lovely, the food delicious and the conversation easy and engaging.
It was as we were shifting from drinks and
hors d’oeuvres to dinner,
that I was
counseled on the energy I emote.
Gently,
it was expressed that I convey the perception that I have one foot in
California,
and one foot back on east coast soil.
That I am not fully present here because, well, part of me is there.
I have always been vocal about my emotions and experiences
moving across the country and being far away from family and familiarity.
image is my own
But I
suppose recently, and more frequently, I have felt a stronger tug towards the
Atlantic.
What surprised me though, was learning the impressions people
developed about me and my mindset,
when I communicated these feelings.
I wasn’t aware of the transparency of my
expressions, because I am not sure my mind- or my heart- are caught up with the
words tumbling from my mouth.
Hearing this observation was enlightening because,
although I
am candid about my belief that I will go back east at some point,
I didn’t
realize it led people to think I wasn’t fully committed to my life out in
California.
I want to be here. now.
I want to be present,
with two
feet planted firmly to the ground,
where I am right now.
I regret that I haven’t
been projecting that, but grateful to have been made aware.
I have been feeling
in limbo as of late.
Unsure of what is to
come, frustrated with the things I can’t control, exhausted by the weight of
the unknowns. And while I don’t have
power over many of these worries,
I can manage how I embrace the wonders of
every day,
and every delight-
no matter where my feet may be.
I don't understand why some publisher isn't paying you a King's ransom to write your beautiful prose in book form. You express yourself honestly and poetically.
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