Welcome back dear readers.
I hope everyone had a fabulous weekend. Yesterday, amid a whirl of laundry, cooking, baking, cleaning, and writing, I suddenly remembered that I had a long overdue date with a dear friend. We had plans to have dinner and see a movie, and I had…oh, thirty minutes left to get ready. Due to my busy schedule, I was still in my pajamas and in desperate need of a shower. My shriek of remembrance echoed through the house, and The Boy raced downstairs to take over clean-up duties while I rushed off to make myself presentable.
Somehow I managed to be ready by the time my friend arrived, and we enjoyed a nice dinner (mmm, lobster clubhouse) before heading to the local cheapie theater to see Eat, Pray, Love.
This movie interested me, not only because I’ve read the book twice (love the Italian section, the Indian one not so much), but also because its author Elizabeth Gilbert is one of those people I admire and envy at the same time.
For those of you who don’t know, Gilbert wakes up in the middle of the night with an existential crisis. She can’t be married any longer. She can’t continue to live the life she is living. In the midst of complete and total despair, she finds the strength to leave her comfort zone behind and spend four months each in three different countries: Italy, India, and Indonesia. Her plan is to learn to embrace life and enjoy it to its fullest with the Italians, to learn how to pray with the Indians, and to learn everything she can about the meaning of life with a medicine man in Indonesia.
It takes a lot of guts to leave everything you know behind, even when it isn’t working for you anymore. I’ve wanted to move for years, to be closer to the water and live somewhere I’ll never be cold, but I can’t seem to do it without a safety net. However, as someone wise once told me, when you leap, the net appears. Or, put another way, fortune favors the bold. Things just seem to work out for people who take big risks, perhaps because they have to work out.
My friend Lisa once sold everything she owned and moved halfway across the country for love. Another friend, Kelly, gave up her home, her car, and even her beloved dogs for the chance to live a completely different kind of life in Africa. And now Brent–one of the members of our little writing group–is leaving to pursue an acting career in Vancouver. As I watch the trails they’re blazing, I’m inspired and awed by their courage.
I hope I’ll have the guts to follow in their footsteps one day.
How about you, dear readers? When was the last time you stepped outside your comfort zone? What was it like? Would you do it again?