Luckily I had been stock piling a savings to take a very healthy trip back to California so taking a month and a half off from working wasn’t a blow. This is my vacation and it’s been compiled a lot of time to myself. I am a guilty party when it comes to going through things in life, I tend to disappear from everyone and everything and everyone around me. I’ve been guilty of this behavior ever since I was a teenager. This time around I woke up one rainy morning and decided that instead of writing about change, and continuously talking about changing, that it was indeed the time to take action. I confronted those around me whom I disappeared from, wrote letters, apologized and cut out the vices in my life which I was genuinely allowing to hold myself back from growth.
I am happy to report with a clear mind and an ever expanding heart that I have re-joined the Lancaster Roots and Blues Festival team. (Updates to the Blondesheep and the Blues Blog coming soon) So I start back tomorrow doing what I do best. Not pouring drinks over a loud bar of patrons but organizing a festival which brings so much to this city I landed in three years ago. I am ever so grateful for the opportunity to move forward in building a career path instead of being satisfied with floating through life.
I’ve also taken some time to explore the city a bit. In my disdain a good friend of mine encouraged me to explore outside of the bubble which I found myself confined to. So we went around to all of the coffee shops, walked the Conestoga River, experienced restaurants and more. I was turned on to some great poets and philosophers and find myself reading in coffee shop nooks and drinking flavored coffees instead of the quick Red Bull fix. I am maturing I suppose. Happy to spend my nights at home cooking and watching a movie than counting the hours until last call.
It’s so easy to lose yourself in a small town or city. The dread creeps in that you may never be released of its’ hold and you’ll be stuck in a time warp of such. But I of all people know that you can always pick up, you can always run. It’s what you make of the time you have in the place where you are that matters. We matter and the relationships we have with those around us, no matter where we are, we matter. When you least expect to have people in your life that truly care, they are there. Even with eyes closed, walls built and hearts grown cold, they are there. I am so thankful for those who have stuck by me and shown their support in the last year. It is truly overwhelming, even when I least expected it.
So as the Holiday of Thanksgiving is upon us, take a moment to meditate. Not to sound cheesy, but really contemplate all that you are thankful for. It may be the little things like sunshine on your face when you expected a rainy day or spending one more day after one more day with a person you love. In light of all of the tragedy that surrounds us in the world, we are blessed with each day.
Thank you again for stopping by this blog. I hope there may be something in my words that may help you get through the day. May your Thanksgiving be filled with love, happiness and laughter. Be safe my friends and until we meet again.
Cheers,
Blondesheep