A little over five months ago, I was singing at the top of my lungs, windows rolled down, on the PCH with my friend Megan (also known as the Nerdy Girlie) - in a moment of total emotional overload. We had spent the weekend switching quickly between tears, laughter, naps and insomnia. Sometimes all at once. We both knew that our lives were about to change drastically. We had spent our entire weekend avoiding that truth and trying to hold onto escapism for one more minute. It was at that moment that I rolled the windows up and I turned the music down and I said to Megan:
“It’s going to be OK. We are going to pick some new dreams and we are going to make those dreams happen. I will help you. You will help me. And before you know it, crazy, beautiful, unbelievable things will be happening.”
I don’t think I actually believed it. I just said it out loud in hopes that it could become our reality. Since that day, she and I have worked towards little victories. Housing victories. Career victories. Creative victories. And I know there are still so many more victories we have to pursue, but you know what, it doesn’t even matter. Because getting here… getting to this day where I can say that: I went to Italy for a month by myself. I submitted my first narrative film to Sundance. I have a cute studio apartment. These things… they are beyond what I hoped for with my windblown hair on that day with Megan.
Life is crazy.
Life is beautiful.
Life is unbelievable.
Italy taught me so much about myself and I promise a really robust post about the whole thing is in the works, but for now, I want to tell you this: being brave is the key to everything that is good in our smooshiest inside parts. It pays dividends in confidence and self-esteem. When we’re uncomfortable, we’re forced to find what’s good about ourselves. Being brave is crazy. Being brave is beautiful. And sometimes, it’s unbelievable how brave you can be.
Maybe what I really mean is: being brave is life. The braver, the better.
It’s good to be back.