Background: I had one last class to finish up for my MBA and it was from 8-5 Monday through Friday last week. I extended the stay from Friday the 13th to Sunday the 22nd so I could squeeze in as much sunny San Diego time as possible since I essentially hate LA [still].
Driving to SD on the 13th was was actually pretty emotional for me [and I'm definitely not the emotional type].
Would my friends still want to hang out after being gone two months?
Did I build San Diego up so much in my head that I would just disappoint me?
Would I miss San Diego so much that I wouldn't want to come back to LA at all?Many thoughts raced through my brain as I sat in traffic on the 405 and 5 freeways inching my way closer to what I was comfortable with. I arrived in San Diego in just over three hours and straight to my fave taco place. I felt instantly comfortable with a good friend to share a beer with and laughter and hugs as I've missed her so much.
Then throughout the week I got to stay with another good friend, see so many friends and really enjoy my time being done with school essentially and just enjoying life in laid back San Diego style. Between wine tasting with friends, an MBA event that led to cocktails afterwards to grabbing a plate of my fave Brussels sprouts of all time in Ocean Beach, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. However, in the back of my mind with each passing moment I felt time escaping and with each time I closed my eyes for sleep at night a small tear [or multiple tears lets be real] streamed down my face knowing that is one more day spent in San Diego and one night closer to being alone again in LA come Sunday the 22nd.
I kept catching myself randomly tearing up at the thought of leaving San Diego [yet again] and didn't know if I could handle those intense feelings again as I looked at San Diego get smaller and smaller in my rear view. I found myself coping with the thought of having to go back to LA by filling my time with other times. I taught an MBA class about how small businesses and entrepreneurs can use Social Media to their advantage and really feel like I found my calling in teaching and presenting to others to help them. I realized that I'm not stuck in LA doing what I'm doing and only that. I have control over my destiny and can make choices now and in a year that will impact my path and I just need to plan for what's next while not missing the what's now.
I was so ready to write LA off and just go through the motions of working and coming home and trying out Pinterest recipes while watching Hulu+ until tonight that [might have] all changed. It's funny how when you're ready to just give up there is little thing called fate that steps in.
I was getting my nails done tonight which has turned into a monthly thing for me to pamper myself and struck up a conversation with this girl who was my age and similar interests. We talked for about 20 minutes between us and the nail technician and it was a nice way to pass the time and not be talking about work. [Well actually the best part was she actually knew who Marcus was which was awesome!] She finished before I did and the pay station was behind me and so I just assumed she'd left and we were to go on out merry ways like life had prior in the day. Wrong. She came up to me and was like "so not to be weird, but VistaPrint was having a sale on business cards and so I made 'nice to meet you' cards with my contact information on them. So please be in touch if you want to hang out and meet people in LA". I was utterly SPEECHLESS and had to fight back the tears of joy and urge to hop of out of my chair and hug this crazy nice stranger. While my faith in LA and confidence I made the right decision to bail my comfort zone isn't 100% restored, I'm hopeful and willing to give it a shot.
It's been two months and I look forward to the many more months to come!!
Until next time...
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