I like my coffee cold. Like, extra cold. Filled to the brim with ice cubes and maybe a Splenda or two. I always tease that I like my coffee like my heart: cold and dark.
But, as we all know, I have a pretty big heart. I try not to listen to it too often (right now it's screaming at me and I'm trying to decipher its immature babbling), but it's definitely not cold or dark. Perhaps a little broken and neglected, but it makes its presence known on occasion. From that place comes my love for my friends and family and my need to take care of everyone around me.
Now I sound like the immature babbling idiot because I just got back from a fantastic trip to Chicago for a little St Patty's Day done right. And by right I mean filled with friends, family, boys and copious amounts of green beer. It was a magical and relaxing weekend; just what the doctor ordered after the last two months that have aged me two years.
Every time I get on that plane at O'Hare on my way back to LAX, I get weepy. I love my life in LA for a few specific reasons. And this place has, while occasionally making me utterly miserable, had a hold on my heart for the better part of a decade. Its magical weather, inspiring views and my crazy wonderful friends have made this home for me.
But I'm at a place where I must let go of a few things. Dreams, visions of my life, hang-ups and relationships. I'm growing up and getting rid of childish notions is key every once in a while. If you had told me five years ago that this is where I would be today, I would have laughed. And perhaps cried. But reality has a way of creeping up on us sometimes.
But I'm at a place where I must let go of a few things. Dreams, visions of my life, hang-ups and relationships. I'm growing up and getting rid of childish notions is key every once in a while. If you had told me five years ago that this is where I would be today, I would have laughed. And perhaps cried. But reality has a way of creeping up on us sometimes.
And that means moving closer to my family. Getting back to a place that makes sense. Where the food is good, the alcohol is flowing and I can get a good job. But it also means moving away from my life here - everything I've created over the last six years. All the things I've learned about myself and everyone I've grown to love.
So my heart is breaking a little because letting go is never easy. But deep down (deep, deep down), I truly believe two things. The first is that everything happens for a reason. And the second is that God may close doors, but always opens other windows. I know that whatever my decision may be, everything will work out. It might be scary now, but it will eventually be better than ever.
So my heart is breaking a little because letting go is never easy. But deep down (deep, deep down), I truly believe two things. The first is that everything happens for a reason. And the second is that God may close doors, but always opens other windows. I know that whatever my decision may be, everything will work out. It might be scary now, but it will eventually be better than ever.
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