i spent most of the day here:
this is a warehouse in LA where i needed to do inventory for a project.
LA is having a heatwave. it was 108 degrees in here for a good portion of my day here. i wore a cold wet towel around my head.
so yeah, it was like a 5 hour bikram class.
this is a rough snapshot of the stuff i needed to check off our list to make sure what we ordered is at the warehouse. not pictured: the 20 boxes of books, knick knacks and random accessories i had to open and account for. furniture is one thing, boxes of various little tedious tchotchkes is another.
6:30 AM SFO Departure to LA 9:40 PM LAX Departure home
it was a grueling day but it wasn’t the least bit stressful.
which is quite the surprise.
i met and spent a significant amount of time with people i had never met before and had no social anxiety whatsoever.
which is also quite the surprise.
i had a great time despite the manual labor and the heat. i felt at ease in a foreign place with people i didn’t know. i survived a one on one lunch, had meetings with several people and caught a ride back to the airport with an amazing lady without a lull in the conversation or any awkward moments. somehow we started a conversation about cheese hotdogs, food poisoning and adoption and well, it was hilarious and entertaining and it felt like i had known her for years as we got stuck in the inevitable LA traffic.
we did a drive by the beach since my flight was so late. the pacific still takes my breath away. the sun was setting, the water was so…visible.
i had to tell her how you can’t really see the water clearly at the beach in SF. it’s usually covered in fog, it’s usually 40 degrees out there and it is a rare occasion to be able to watch the sun glisten off the waves of the ocean up where i live. as a native southern californian, this was foreign to her.
it happens though. not often, but when it does happen, when the fog does burn off and we have a day warm enough to call us out to the beach, it’s quite amazing.
much like today. i felt like today was one of those rare days where the part of my brain that worries about everything turned itself off and i was able to just be myself, nothing else to do, nothing to prove, no one to impress. i don’t know how i was able to just slip into this so easily today where most days it feels like a struggle to get to this place. all i know is that when it does happen i want to hold onto this feeling and this memory in the hopes that it becomes less work to let go and be myself more often. wouldn’t that be amazing?