Every breaking wave on the shore/
Tells the next one there’ll be one more/
And every gambler knows that to lose/
Is what you’re really there for/
Yesterday, I needed to see the ocean.
I was staring down the looming deadline to finish my script like the barrel of a gun, I had a to-do list a mile long, and the thought of sitting in Friday L.A. traffic on the way to and from the coast was more than enough to dissuade me from making the trip.
But I’ve also learned that when the voice inside me grows loud enough, it’s time to stop what I’m doing and listen.
Yesterday was my birthday. I turned thirty-six.
It wasn’t the splashy present I gave myself a year ago, when I splurged on an ocean front room for three nights at Laguna Beach’s luxurious Surf & Sand Resort. But that year, thirty-five, was different. I crawled to that birthday on my knees, having just returned to L.A. after spending several rain-soaked weeks in the tiny Washington town of Allyn, seeing my grandfather through hospice. I hadn’t even had the opportunity to process the enormity of his death when I learned that the company I’d worked at for eleven years (since the age of twenty-three) had been sold, and I now had a decision to make: should I pack up my life and move back to Seattle, taking the corporate job and the sure thing? Or should I stay in L.A., where everything stable in my life had crumbled, and face an uncertain future?
Last December, I stared out at the Pacific Ocean and I knew: my heart wanted to stay. I wasn’t finished in L.A., wasn’t finished doing all the things I said I would do here. And I worried that if I left, I might never come back.
So I chose the scary, uncertain path. And thus began my year of going off script.
It hasn’t been easy for me to spend an entire year of my life with no real structure or plan. See, I’m kind of meticulous when it comes to planning. I’m a list-maker. I’m Type A. At any given time, I’ve got at least two calendars going, and I’m constantly filling them with goals I want to meet, and things I want to do. You should see the “Notes” app in my iPhone. Yeesh.
But life has also taught me how meaningless plans are. That plans fail. That people die. That in an instant, everything can change. And that there’s no such thing as a “sure” thing.
So, for the last three hundred and sixty-five (Sixty-six? Wasn’t this a Leap Year? I forget. February was so very long ago) days, I embarked on an interesting experiment. I stepped out on faith and found myself supported time and time again in ways that I didn’t expect. When I needed money, it came in. When I humbled myself enough to ask for help (another thing that’s hard for me), I received it. And when I needed a different way of looking at the world, new people came into my life who taught me things about myself that I didn’t even realize I needed to know.
I regret nothing about this past year. I’m glad that I took the leap. In fact, despite some dark spots, it was one of the best I’ve had in recent memory. I learned much about life and love and faith, and, most importantly, how vital it is to trust that quiet, persistent voice inside of me.
And it is because I have learned to trust that voice, that yesterday, as I stared out at the same ocean from a year ago, on a different piece of California coastline, I had to recognize what’s true: I am no longer OK with going off script. I am a writer, and I need an outline. I need a rough draft, a canvas to work from, a piece of text that I can – and likely, will – ruthlessly edit. I need something more than just waiting for the universe to “show me the way.” It’s time to start making decisions, and taking the risk that those decisions will be wrong. It’s time to stop talking about all the things I’m going to do “someday” and start actually doing them.
It’s time. In fact, it’s beyond time. So here I go.
I’ll keep you posted.
Until next time, friends.
I love your posts! Feels like I’ve had a similar year to you, in some ways. I’ve been amazed at how much creative energy has been unleashed by allowing things to unravel a bit and riding that uncertainty. Next year will be about starting to weave some of those threads into a more coherent framework for me too. Ah, but how marvellous to have given oneself the freedom to just “be” — carried on the waves of creativity for a while there 🙂
wow…that’s a wholesome inspiration
hbd..and God be with you
You are a fantastic writer. Happy Birthday 🎈.
Good for you taking the risk & going with your heart. The safe way isn’t always the best way. Keep at it, set goals & reach for them. Discard those that no longer serve you.
Very inspirational (as always). Keep following your dreams. – Marty
You go girl! Happy Birthday!
You never seem to stop amazing me.with your post. I look forward to the next one. You’re inspiring.
Your writing is magical. It sends shivers down my spine. Though we are completely different people I totally resonate with the feelings you express.
Thanks so much, Tom! That’s very kind of you. How did you find my blog?
It was in the discover section of my wordpress website.
Good to know! Thank you! 🙂