The Artist's Pub: Living Out Loud

It's 5:00 am....

At 5:58 am this morning I sat outside the counseling office of the college I attend, determined to get an appointment with my counselor.  This whole process actually started yesterday afternoon, the first day of class enrollment...what was I thinking, right?  No worries I got my classes...all 15 units worth...but to get in to see a counselor...WOW.

Late yesterday I made a desperate attempt to get in to see the counselor even though the woman at the front desk had told everyone ahead of me that they were not scheduling any more appointments "today" and to come back tomorrow at 7:30 am...this did not detour me...no...not me.  I am a firm believer in..."the worst they can say is...no"...and "nothing ventured, nothing gained."  Cliche I know...but True.

That I went back today speaks to the fact that my attempts yesterday proved to be futile but the office lady an I are now friends.  So minutes before 6:00 am I pulled my car into the "1 hour" parking spot directly in front of the counseling office....luck-al-liy....Yes....Luck-al-liy.  I say that because even though I had resolved...(after yesteday's debacle)... to be at the school no later then 6 in the morning and hopefully the first person in line, I made a fatal error in judgement.  Okay, okay so it wasn't actually fatal...yes I agree that was a little dramatic....but....I knew, I mean I KNEW I needed to be in bed at a relatively reasonable time to have any hope at ALL, of getting up at 5:00 am in order to get to the school no later then 6:00 am...let me just note here that I am normally an early riser except under extenuating circumstances, like staying up after 10:00pm...

Any-waaays...I made the error of staying up to watch....yes you guessed it..."The Bachelorette".... Now in my defense I must say I never...okay next to never...watch reality shows...(I use the word "reality" loosely)...in truth I find them obnoxious and feel I have funner and more creative ways to spend my time...now don't get mad...I have many friends who are obsessed with "reality t.v." the way I am obsessed with reallllly good chocolate...and these friends are all too Happy to "catch me up" as it were...but now I'm getting way off topic.

So we stayed up to watch, "The Bachelorette."  Figuring I was still good "time-wise" I decided I would just go to bed immediately after the show...(by the way, I'm really glad Shaun is gone)....the only problem was I forgot I still needed to take a shower, which is never  a quick thing for me.  My intensions to take a "quick shower" are sincere enough but are soon deverted by my ADD.  A "quick shower" quickly turns to leg shaving, facial scrub and....oh what the hell...a sugar body scrub.  Feeling fabulouso and ready to slip between my overly excessive thread count burgandy sheets...I feel a sigh of exasperation escape my lips as I note the time...11:53 pm...I'm screwed...I muster my resolve to get up at 5:00 am, slide between the sheets and snuggle in...murmuring to myself..."I can do this."

At 5:00 am this morning the alarm blares...I really need to do something about that, if only I could wake up to one of those pleasent sounding chimming ones...anywho, I spring from my bed and walk across the room to were the alarm sits...(the snooze button is far to convient and must be placed out of reach)...after switching the alarm to "off" I make my way to the bathroom...I stand there in dark while the 6 year old in me whines...."I'mmmmmm tiiiired"....as my parternal side kicks in with..."Well....I guess you shouldn't have stayed up so late...."  Where upon my 6 year old self turns and promptly hops back into bed...that lasted all of four minutes as the adult in me did a little self talking...okay that and the promise of a treat from Starbucks.

So there I sat impressively....yes...impressively...outside the counseling office, the first one there at 5:58 am with my Starbucks soy hazelnut latte and maple scone waiting for the doors to open.

"The path that separates you from the garden of your desire, my friend, is nowhere but in yourself.  It is as close and as far as you can be from yourself."  Faouzi Skali

Me and My Adventure Hat

Wow...it's been almost two years since I've touched this blog....and just where have I been you ask?  Well Adventuring of course!

First I had to unload some serious luggage...that's code for I filed for a divorce...and at my Awesome attorney's advice to lay low...I ignored my blog and nixed my facebook....and disappeared until the smoke settled.  Okay so the smoke settled awhile ago...but I've been on an adventure!

The title of my post is from a country song, "Me and My Adventure Hat" that we heard played at a small venue that was AMAZING!  I LOVE this song and immediately "bonded" with it since he was singing about my life and all...okay it was his life but it sounded more then vaguely familiar and seemed to be applicable to my life.

The mystery of my adventure hat's disappearance and re-emergence is directly related to the rubble of my former marriage...once I found it...(my adventure hat)...admist the rubble of the marriage, I promptly placed it firmly on my head and filled for divorce...

.....and you know what happened?  Adventures!  They popped up EVERYWHERE!

It was about this time that I developed an addiction to skydiving....obviously due to an adventure...

Yes, yes I know...some of you are sounding off shouts of WooooooooWhoooo! and others are scratching their heads saying..."What on earth would make you jump out of a perfectly good plane? Really...What?"  Well....I'll tell you...it was my adventure hat....okay that and a reallllllly hot guy...and off we went.  Yes it was that simple....I was more afraid in the plane then out...lol

My first jump, we sailed off into the wild blue yonder and as we did I saw a pod of Whales...(okay I'm not sure if whales actually swim in pods but there were ALOT of them)...anywho...it took my mind off the plane and onto the awesomeness of all that IS.

Which brings me to my move....(no that is all I'm going to say about the jumping for now...I'll blog more about skydiving later).

I moved...where to you ask?  As close to ocean as I could get....at the end of my block is the ocean...literally.  A scurry down the cliffs puts me on a cove with a private beach...okay, the beach isn't actually private...but it feels private because you have to discover it...and not as many people have as you might think...mostly it's just some of the locals.

Oh yes....and remember my dream of going back to college...wellll...I went back and am LOVING every minute of it....(mostly because I finally decided what I want to be when I grow up...annnd...I have love that supports my dreams....)

I think it's important to DREAM BIG...whatever that means to you...I mean it not like I'm going to college to be a brain surgeon...though that IS somebody's Big Dream...Dreaming Big for me is pursuing all that I truly love and am inspired by...that and never settling in life.  Okay...ummm that last statement comes with warning....Never settling in life is NOT the same thing as one who is never EVER satisfied or unable to enjoy life...okay that's not the warning...the warning is this...not settling WILL lead you onto many.....and I do mean Many...Adventures....

These Adventures will challenge you physically for one....and spiritually for another...(as in developing your truth and an endlessly evolving sense of yourself...it's exhilarating!)  If this is you, then by all means...dig out your Adventure Hat!

All Adventures Welcomed Here!

Love, Peace, Blessings & Joy,

Alexia