A few weeks ago, a friend of mine ended up in the hospital. I went to visit him at one of the popular Boston hospitals, and I asked my fiancé, Jason, to accompany me. My sister, Holly, also came with us. I have been in somewhat of a ‘Nervous-Nelly’ funk with anything associated with Boston, including driving and visiting. I have too many memories and associations of Boston what I wish to keep in my past. I have avoided any and all situations of being in the city for nearly 3 years. So far, I was successful.
However, I am absolutely aware of how absurd and debilitating this has been for me in a social sense. I have been thinking and decided to make the slow and steady change to step out of my comfort zone, (baby steps of course): that cushiony, safe, and controlled environment that I worked so hard to maintain.
Alarm rings. Get up. Put contacts in. Brush teeth. Maybe some makeup (if time allows). Drive to work belting out my new and old song obsessions. “...we hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal, but when I meet Thomas Jefferson, I'm gonna compel him to include women in the sequel...WORK.” Currently, it's a Hamilton obsession. Drink smoothie when not belting out songs. Work with my wonderful kiddos until I hear “it's time for dismissal”. Go home. Eat dinner. Maybe workout. Sleep.
Before I started working, someone said I would live for the weekends. Plans established for the weekend with my boyfriend, family and friends made me get through my man-crush Mondays through throwback Thursday's.
I have a confession though.