It's a cautious thing, meeting someone for the first time. First date. First impressions. First day on the job. First time meeting new clients. First time meeting new consumers...
I've been meeting lots and lots and lots of people lately for the first time. I've been brushing up on my first impression skills. Lots of smiles. Lots of shaking hands. Lots of feigned interest or real interest. Lots of names to remember. Lots of trying really hard to not try to impress. Lots of opportunists to remember who I am and to showcase my real self. Lots of opportunities to decide who I am and where I'm going and who I want to be and who and what I want to surround myself with.
Remember that time I blogged about my life being on the brink? Remember how I talked about standing on a ledge, how the choices I make in the next few months will shape who I will Become? I was so right. And I am so right in the middle of that right now.
My friend Sunil found me on my first day at The Whole Person last month. He looked at me, grinned, and said "Welcome to the first day of your new life".
He was so right.
Which church do I choose? Where do I choose to live? What activities do I choose to fill my new time with? What do I do with my new weekends totally off? What do I plan for my summer? Who do I choose to share this life with... what friends, what roommate, which of my many guys...
Meaningful work? Crushing it. Where to live? Found the place. Roommate? (after all that agony... no change was needed...). Activities? Signed up for and begun. Church? Chosen. Summer Plans? Filling up. Something Bigger than myself to be devoted to? Got it. Boyfriend? Well, can't have everything all at once can we?
In my estimation, the only thing on my list is to actually move. Once that is accomplished, it seems the life I have dreamed of for myself has finally materialized. It feels almost too good to be true. But after the past 20 months I've had... I will take it and accept it and be grateful.
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