Not Quite A Limb
I had not set my alarm clock once since leaving Corporate America on September 1st.
I’m usually up by 7:30 AM at the latest, and there’s something absolutely nurturing and physiological about waking up with your body’s circadian clock rather than a squawking buzz or a cellphone tone (no matter how cool it is.)
But sometimes the alarm is necessary, like this past Saturday when I had to be up and on a bus by 9:15 AM at the latest. That’s just something you don’t want to chance an oversleep on. Especially since I was heading down to Boston to meet (in the 3-D world) a former #blogcrush, Sean Ogle, while he was out here visiting.
Aside from my desire to meet up with everyone I “know” online here, I have a soft spot in my heart for Mr. Ogle since he’s from WEST COAST Portland and probably one of the Top 3 kindest #blogcrushes I’ve reviewed. Which is why, at 9:15 I boarded a bus to Boston with only a faint idea of where I was going (Red Line – Cambridge area) and my backpack.
I had *sort of* made plans with Sean to hang out in Boston, but nothing definite.
A quick Twitter message to Nate, a fellow blogger from Maine also in Boston to visit Sean, and I settled into my bus seat to read a bit and work. Then they played Down Periscope, an awesome movie from the 90′s that is horribly under-rated, and I felt a strange sense of calm that everything was going to work out.
I arrived at South Station in Boston, still having no idea what was going on. Also having never used the South Station T-stop before. I knew I had to get on the Red Line (which I rarely ride in Boston, hence the no-South-Station thing) and head out to Cambridge. I wandered around the station, and finally sat down with some lunch (hey, remember this was my FIRST alarm in 20 days…breakfast was NOT an option!) to relax.
I was running about a 77% expectation of my Saturday in Boston coming together as planned. Now for many of you, especially those jet-setting location indies and business owners and skydivers and way more badass than myself individuals, if you’ve made it this far it’s like a cheese grater on your lower back. But you have to understand.
I am a RIDICULOUSLY analytically control-freak planner. I don’t leap, I barely hop. Being two hours away from my home with no idea what was going on and no vehicle to get anywhere is a HUGE thing for me. It’s lame for you, it’s big for me. Don’t you dare judge.
It’s a funny thing I experience since going into freelance writing full-time less than a month ago. I’m somehow cooler now or something. My ideas are somehow better. People want to hear my story more. Collaborators want to reach out more.
But I’m still this girl who gets overwhelmed by having no idea what the hell she is doing in a “big” city like Boston. I freelance write now. I sometimes wear my hair wavy. I eat bowls of cereal and peanut butter & jelly sandwiches almost daily.
I’m not doing super cool things* like walking across America. Or getting paid to survey costs-of-living around the world. Or launching full courses on overcoming uncertainties.
And that’s ok. I still matter. My limb might be essentially the width of the entire trunk and only 10 feet off the ground, but it’s still mine. Maybe one day I’ll climb to a higher and smaller branch. But please don’t think I’m even cooler then. Instead, take some time to realize how cool the person on that thick limb painfully aching to climb higher is.
They deserve our time, too.
I told Nate or Alan (can’t remember which asked) while I was climbing all over the coolest jungle gym ever when they asked “What’s your plan up there.”
My response? “I have no idea, but it’s really fun.”
Photo Credit: Getty Images – Buena Vista Images
* Please note this is in NO WAY DISCOUNTING the cool things Nate, Alan & Sean do. Cause, um, they’re kind of awesome. But wait til I write about my day in Boston, and how much fun NOT dominating the world or being wild & crazy occasionally can be! Everything in moderation, right?
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