It seems to always start with a glass of wine and some hot water. That's what I have noticed gets my creative juices going.
This time, I sat in the bathtub, grinning like a fool, laughing quietly at myself for listening to bluegrass-inspired music like the Avett Brothers. I found it tantalizingly humorous that as I sat in the hot water...no I lie, it was lukewarm...I couldn't stop laughing about the fact that in the matter of about five months, I had outgrown my apartment. Between two dogs, Tyler and I and all our new gifts from our registries and a few new pieces of furniture...our tiny one bedroom apartment is feeling homey. And homey can be cozy but all too quickly it can get crowded. I'm surrounded by abundance and it feels beautiful. Abundance of friends, family, love, food and furniture. I get to fall asleep next to my future husband and with two creatures that think we are just the coolest things in the world. How many people can say that? How many people can say that they are living in an incredibly nice, new neighborhood, on their own means and surviving with well-paid jobs? We are looking towards the future, remembering our past that got us here, but never tripping on what we carry from the years gone.
In fact, almost a year ago we were living somewhere completely different, doing completely different things, going towards a completely different goal. I went from being penniless, homeless, jobless and lost overnight to the life that I see all around me right now. I'm planning a wedding to the man of my dreams, sitting on our couch in our apartment, tummy full of pizza and body pleasantly sore from CrossFit. It's crazy how in a year, month or even a day a life can change. And no matter how dark it seems in the moment it gets SO much better in the end, and you realize that everything EVERYTHING e v e r y t h i n g in your life happens exactly the way it's supposed to.
And on a crazy side note..I have come full circle. Again.
When I was little, I had a little mermaid book that I used to beg my grandpa to read to me. He would put me up on his lap, open the book to the first page and read "Once upon a time, there was a little mermaid," here he would flip to the next page, "and she lived in the ocean..." he would start quickly flipping all the pages and talking really fast, "...she liked to swim and she had a friend fish and she had red hair and the end!" And he would shut the book.
I couldn't read and I remember always being frustrated with him and telling him, "NO! That's not the whole book!" He would try to convince me that it was. So I learned to read and write so I could write my own stories and read them to him. Well years later when I moved to Hawaii I started sending detailed emails to my friends and family back home to describe what ridiculously humorous events were happening in my life. My grandpa and gramma encouraged me to get a blog, which started this. All throughout my Hawaii adventures I emailed and blogged and kept journals and when career after career in the marine industry started to fail all around me, those closest to me kept telling me to write. Write when you're happy, write when you're sad, write when you want to write, write when you don't want to write. I did, but mostly when I was sad. In Santa Clarita I dabbled with the option of sending some stuff to local newspapers and magazines but always felt like you couldn't make a career out of writing.
Enter Amber. My dear friend and wife to a friend of mine from high school. They are our neighbors who are also vendors at our wedding. She received a great position at a company called Scorpion Design. I apply and before I know it, I am working at a writer. And not just a little here and there writer, a full-time salaried writer. I have made a career out of writing. I am an SEO or a Search Engine Optimizer. I write content for websites using critical search terms to make them rank in Google, Bing, Yahoo or any other type of search engine. In fact, if I wanted to (and I might) I could probably make my blog rank pretty well! But regardless, I have come full circle. Because my grandpa read me The Little Mermaid when I was little so quickly, he (in an odd way) encouraged me to write my OWN stories that I could read to him. My gramma Dolores used to inspire me to tell stories on her front porch. My dad and family encouraged me to write and keep track of everything and Kelly sparked my interest in creative writing. Now, I get to write everyday. I have been placed on the unlaunched content team for the websites that we are writing for, my sole job is to write content for law websites to make them rank in the search engines and I love it. It is incredible. I am living (another) one of my dreams.
I don't know how many times I have said this, or will say it...what you put out into the universe will come back to you. I have got to do everything I have wanted to do. I have worked in the marine industry, animal care industry and now I get to write. Can you imagine what I will do in a year, five years, ten years, fifty years? Or what YOU will do? So tell yourself and the tell the universe that you will be happy, you will prosper, you will be in love, you will be wealthy, you will have everything you have dreamed...and you will. Believe it, feel it with every fiber of your being, because this stuff really does work. I am proof.
I write all day and I feel like I need to write again when I get home. These are my ramblings from an overly excitable mind, with no flow or rhyme or reason, but just needing to come out of my head and into the tangible.
Is the internet tangible?
Until I need to word-vomit again...so long, farewell. Namaste.
