People often ask me where I live. I don’t know why, but that question always makes me pause. That pause serves as an unconscious red flag for the one posing the question. Then I usually rattle off something mysterious and confusing like, “Well, I live in Austin and Germany, but I work in Los Angeles and New York.” I figure that about covers the basics. Naturally, a lengthy follow up is necessary.
Yeah, I grew up in Austin and I have a house there with my boyfriend who plays professional basketball in Germany (which was Spain as of a month ago), but I've lived in Los Angeles the last 10 years. Anyhow, I work in media and travel as a motivational speaker, so while I'm hired for projects all over the country, the majority of my time is split somewhere between Los Angeles and New York.
I always think that sums it up, but without fail, I get some sort of reaction ranging from continued confusion to bewilderment. Needless to say, I get it. I have 3 a.m. playlists for all the times I'm returning a rental car before a 6 a.m. flight. I know exactly what kinds of foods I can sneak through security. I'm a professional sleeper and I know that my whirlwind life is not for everyone. I know that even the people closest to me rarely know what country I'm in, much less what city I'm in. I've certainly never fit into any one box and I've broken just about every mold anyone attempted to put me in until people just stopped trying altogether. I'm driven by passion and my heart always wins out over my head.
I somehow manage to balance an international long-distance relationship with the man I love, the latest unfathomable goal I'm stretching on my tiptoes to achieve, writing a book, shooting a new show, yoga and spending more time with my loved ones." The downside is that I've been dropped twice by my auto insurance along with my medical insurance and my storage unit in Los Angeles tried to sell my stuff. Why? Because in the midst of being a compassionate vehicle of contagious enthusiasm on a mission to inspire anyone who crosses my path, I simply forget to pay my bills. I told my boyfriend recently in a text on my way to Los Angeles, What can I say, I'm an ideas girl not a details girl. He gets it because he gets me.
The point of all of this is, who gets you? I think it's one thing for other people to box us in and create limitations, but what's often more scary is that frequently we're the ones writing the invisible rules that destroy our creativity, fearlessness, freedom and all the possibilities available to us every second of the day. It takes a lot of courage and faith to wake up every day and truly author our lives. It's easier to play by the rules someone else gives you than to have to think for yourself and figure out what you really want in the first place.
So, whether you're a homebody or a globe-trotter, a second grade teacher or an international activist and whether your dreams affect two or 200 million; just figure out what works for you. And don't settle until you've found a crew of people who get you. The best advice I've been given lately is to do you and find people who love you for exactly who you choose to be. Life is simply too short to be anyone else.
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