Monday, December 12, 2011

Wool Socks and Snow on the Mountain Top




Steph Davis' autobiography has arrived in the mail. Countless cups of coffee, lazy voggy (yes voggy-volcanic fog) weather and decorations popping up around my neighborhood.
Lifeguard certifications received, nights at the harbor listening to new friends play the ukelele and sing from our tailgates, meteor showers on the beach.
Santa in board shorts...it's official, complete with metallic tinted sunnies and slippers. Good grief.
The whales are showing up finally. I'm going on a Whales and Cocktails cruise tomorrow...for work...nuff said.
It's all I can do not to go into a baking frenzy and befriend all of my neighbors by making them fat with cookies and fudge (Laguners- you're next)
Mauna Kea officially had a major storm hit it earlier this week. The other side of the island is currently flooding and the storms seem to be brewing up something fierce for the upcoming days...hence my wool socks...I'm ready.
Pipe Masters is going on on the north shore of Oahu and for some reason it is so much more exciting when you are watching it with people who grew up with the contestants and have surfed the break.
I am thinking of relocating to a town a bit higher up the mountain called Waimea (about 15 miles further from work, but worth the commute I think). Small mountain town-think the foothills of the Sierra with fog like Santa Cruz and rainforest...not too shabby. I'm on the hunt, as are a few of my friends for me. Maybe a small studio is in the works, I'll keep you posted.

With Jack Johnson playing in the background, I have officially decided to stop panicking about what my next moves are in life and enjoy my time here for what it is, right now, not for what it could be or what I want it to be.
I've always embraced this adventure, but I have to say I have not been too keen on accepting this adventure as anything permanent, so that is what I have been focusing on. It has done me absolutely no favors. Wasted energy being stressed about when to leave and what I am going to do once I get back. Instead, I am making a move to learn as much as I can while I am here and worry about the next few months later once I have given my mind and body a good rest.
I maintain that I truly am flying by the seat of my pants. I have no idea what I am doing and although it may seem like I do, I am in fact just as lost as the rest of my friends, but am choosing to at least be lost in a cool place for the time being (and have been lucky enough to make that happen). Being done with school means I no longer have time to stall and act like I know what I am doing with my life. The end of college instead has meant joining the real world with still no idea what I am doing with myself except living...
In the wise words of a dear friend, "you'll either figure it out, or you'll die." Simple. To the point. And incredibly true. I think we all are trying so hard to make something of ourselves (whatever that means) and are spending our time panicking about the future, when in fact we are alive and well (because we are panicking and that takes a great deal of energy, so we must be at least moderately healthy and very much alive) and should be enjoying the life we are living even if we have no idea what we are doing.
And this just in, adulthood and "joining the real world" does not mean you suddenly have all the answers to all of those tough questions we were all asking ourselves before we moved or finished school or started school; it means you have to put your big person panties on and work through whatever happens (while still having no clue what is happening) (very promising)
Own it.
And when all else fails, put your wool socks* on and stare up at the mountain tops* because it's a beautiful day and not even not knowing what your next move is will change that. (*replace with appropriate footwear and landmark of choice)

I'm sending you love with a lighter mind and heart tonight and wishing you all safe travels and happy memories with your family and friends this holiday season, wherever you may be.

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Love from this little lava stone in the Pacific,
M.

1 comment:

  1. miss meggers, i am missing you muchly.

    way to hit the nail on the head about adulthood not coming with sudden answers. more and more i meet people much older than me that are still figuring it out, and having a blast while doing so. it's good to know that, wherever we adventure, we don't have to be alone nor do we have to have a concrete plan at all times. we set goals and try to meet them, one at a time.

    keep in touch, and sending you so much love!

    -myjah

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