green eyed monster of gratitude
I have to say that I love L.A. I wouldn't choose to live there, but now I know some super people who do live there and they are pretty wonderful folks. I ran through the town twice and saw that for all the buildings and cars, it's also pretty and occasionally feels like a series of small towns in one big city.
The people are also pretty. At times, a person who has been traveling for awhile can start feeling a little weathered among all the skinny, pretty ones. This person can then start thinking a little too much about how she compares to the skinny, pretty ones, and go to that dark place where she questions herself about being single again and coming home to a house full of dogs and cats and one slightly tired housesitter.
But, there's another side to that, too.
First of all, I don't want to be skinny and blonde. I also know that, too often, the people who seem like they should be truly happy, the pretty couples with pretty children who are walking to their expensive cars, don't always have big smiles on their faces. The model strolling by the cafe looks amazing, but you don't get the impression she'll smile back at you, and break into a grin, instead she'll give you that expressionless gaze. One half of the pretty couple will say something cold and distant to the other half of the pretty couple. These things happen.
The truth is the happiest times are the ones when you feel comfortable in your own skin and in your own life and all you can think about is how good things are. The times when you don't think about it, you just know your life is rich and blessed. The smite of jealousy turns to gratitude. That's when the weathered traveler feels at home again. That is what a hot bath and a walk in your own backyard can do for you when you arrive home again.
I leave in the morning for D.C. My goal was to take this marathon trip lightly, just absorb the places, the people, the moments, not worry to much about how long I'd be gone, or what I might leave behind, just stay with it.
New York: I saw old friends, made new friends, held a brand new baby, went to my favorite ethiopian restaurant, had two excellent screenings, watched the NYC marathon and strolled along treelined streets in the middle of autumn.
LA: I made lots of new friends, screened the film in a beautiful theatre complete with a sparkly curtain and chandeliers and a projectionist who made our film look like a million dollar film, had dinner in a pizza place with a sci-fi theme complete with startrek chairs, had some fabulous coffee, and ran along the Hollywood Walk of Fame, and that's just a tiny bit of the cool unexpected things that happened.
Pretty wonderful.
On to D.C. tomorrow. Better get back to the laundry and the dogs, who are very happy to see me.
The people are also pretty. At times, a person who has been traveling for awhile can start feeling a little weathered among all the skinny, pretty ones. This person can then start thinking a little too much about how she compares to the skinny, pretty ones, and go to that dark place where she questions herself about being single again and coming home to a house full of dogs and cats and one slightly tired housesitter.
But, there's another side to that, too.
First of all, I don't want to be skinny and blonde. I also know that, too often, the people who seem like they should be truly happy, the pretty couples with pretty children who are walking to their expensive cars, don't always have big smiles on their faces. The model strolling by the cafe looks amazing, but you don't get the impression she'll smile back at you, and break into a grin, instead she'll give you that expressionless gaze. One half of the pretty couple will say something cold and distant to the other half of the pretty couple. These things happen.
The truth is the happiest times are the ones when you feel comfortable in your own skin and in your own life and all you can think about is how good things are. The times when you don't think about it, you just know your life is rich and blessed. The smite of jealousy turns to gratitude. That's when the weathered traveler feels at home again. That is what a hot bath and a walk in your own backyard can do for you when you arrive home again.
I leave in the morning for D.C. My goal was to take this marathon trip lightly, just absorb the places, the people, the moments, not worry to much about how long I'd be gone, or what I might leave behind, just stay with it.
New York: I saw old friends, made new friends, held a brand new baby, went to my favorite ethiopian restaurant, had two excellent screenings, watched the NYC marathon and strolled along treelined streets in the middle of autumn.
LA: I made lots of new friends, screened the film in a beautiful theatre complete with a sparkly curtain and chandeliers and a projectionist who made our film look like a million dollar film, had dinner in a pizza place with a sci-fi theme complete with startrek chairs, had some fabulous coffee, and ran along the Hollywood Walk of Fame, and that's just a tiny bit of the cool unexpected things that happened.
Pretty wonderful.
On to D.C. tomorrow. Better get back to the laundry and the dogs, who are very happy to see me.
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