Big Moves

We make many moves in life as we grow up. Our life is nothing but a bunch of big moves, or little moves, strategic moves, or stupid moves. We move a lot, all the time, every minute has the potential for a new move.

When I was growing up I made a big move, from my little kid bike, to my big girl bike. Two wheels gave me the ability to move faster and fit in more spaces. I would say it was a good move, it has allowed me to ride a bike to my hearts content, up hill, downhill, or across town. I love riding MY bike.

When I was in High school I made yet another move. I moved to college, it was a lot like letting go of my training wheels and riding free into the sunset of desert scape on my two wheels. That move allowed me to explore a new city, to travel to new countries and to meet some of the most amazing people of my life. I would say that was one of the best moves of my life, despite the debt in bestowed upon me.

When I graduated from college I made another move. I became a Jew, officially, I moved into poverty, homelessness and the biggest adventure of my life. This adventure gave me the courage to get behind the wheel of a car, to drive until I mastered the art of parallel parking and to go back to school to pursue another degree and essentially increase my debt. LOL. That very move led me to the home of Jen Lister, who became one my closest and dearest friends. I embarked on series of adventures with her, moving in, moving out, almost dying alone in the bathroom and on many occasions laughing, laughing until our belly hurt, and Jade barked at us.

Later in life I quit my job. This move led me to become homeless again, to live off my loans,

and to finally find another job in the homes of the most amazing Jews I know. This move led me to become a Vegan, to find compassion in my heart for living things and to love two kids more than I could ever imagine loving someone who isn't part of my family. That move helped me feel in a way I had never felt before. I became a better person because I was around good people. I realized how wonderful people could be, that family cared for me regardless of the fact that they barely knew me, I became a better Jew. I gave money to the poor even though I had non to give. I saved mosquito eaters when everyone wanted to kill them, I realized what a wonderful person Jen was for becoming a Vegetarian for the right reasons.

When Jen started dating and I found myself alone and bored I made another move. I tried online dating. That move led me...well, I had some times. I learned a lot about myself, about the things I wanted and I matured. I quit online dating because I was convinced it was not what I wanted, and in a moment of boredom, and during a special offer I joined in the fun again. On my second try I found him. I decided to keep him and that move has made me happier than I have ever been. He makes me smile even when he's not around. This move led me to understand love, it helped me love like I had never loved before.

So what is the next move in my life going to be? To move or not to move, to accept the consequences or to hide the action. To move or not to move IN with the man I love and adore and who I know will make me the happiest woman in the world....TO MOVE~

Wash my Car

Don't you just hate it when complete strangers think it's funny to ask you to wash their car just because your washing yours. I always laugh and smile, but in my head, I'm saying, FUCK OFF!!! People are so irritating some times. All I'm saying is unless you know me, don't ask me to wash your car because one day I might retaliate by washing your face!

Imagination

I saw my nephew playing in the yard today. It was really interesting to watch him. Why? you ask, because he was the incredible Hulk that's why! I know he was just pretending, but in his mind he really was the HULK. He had super strength and he was invincible. I wish I could pretend like that. I feel like I lost a vital part of my imagination when I hit 15, I think that was the turning point, when I realized how drab it was to pretend. Really though, when does pretending just become a sad realization that you may never have what you want. Isn't that was it really is? My nephew will never really have super strength, unless he gets bitten by some radioactive spider, or falls into a vat of nuclear waste, which is quite likely I suppose....in a comic book!  The kid can have anything he wants right now, but when will he actually realize, what a horrible tease the imagination really is? 

Dancing in the Rain

    I still recall the days, not too long ago when I would yearn for the rain, not for its practical purposes like avoiding drought but for it whimsical potential. I remember praying for rain so I could show up from school soaked to the bone and ready for a cup of hot coco. I would run from puddle to puddle each time jumping harder and loving it. I always knew there would be a warm towel waiting for me by the door. So day after day in the rainy season I would pretend I was part of some kind of musical, swinging from posts imagining what a wonderful world it would be if only it rained every day all year long. The rain was perfect back then, it was everything a kid with a good imagination needed. 

     Flash forward to present day, I'm 25 years old, and terrified that the rain is going to get me.  The mere sight of rain drops send me running to the closest awning. I feel as though I'm somehow related to the wicked witch of the west. Rain could quite possibly take a toll on my body and melt me until all that is left is puddle, and once I turn into a puddle some bratty kid will disturb my very existence by jumping on me. What on earth happened to my childhood love of water? Did I forget how to enjoy the little things in life? These days I'm so worried about ruining my clothes, staining my shoes, having my hair frizz,  or even just getting the carpet wet when I come home that I stopped enjoying the amazing miracle that is rain. 

    How did I go from thinking the  feel of rain on my face was the most amazing thing in the world to thinking that the sound of rain drops on my umbrella was all I needed to enjoy rain. Doesn't every girl dream of being kissed in the rain? Not if she's wearing Gucci I suppose.