Another day waking up in paradise. And by paradise, I mean arising to the sound of a 4 pile car crash outside my window, hours before my alarm intended. Living across the street from one of the Pacific Northwest’s busiest roadways doesn’t have any perks, just lots of irks, like constant screeching and hollering, a thick film of pollution that consumes every surface in your home– like a secretion from some dark lord– and a constant reminder that everyone is always going somewhere, perpetuating a steadfast state of anxiety.

As my one year anniversary with Los Angeles quickly approaches, I find myself asking, “What the fuck are you doing here?” I know, in theory, why I moved here. But nothing of that sort has quite gone to plan. I guess that’s the way life works, huh? I know, though- I often forget, there is a shit ton of magic happening here. There’s also a shit ton of shit.

I’m partially convinced LA is some kind of purgatory, like a hellacious Disneyland for insane adults. If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere. But the question is, can you? Should you? And if not here, where?! THAT is the ever-perplexing question that continues to rear its ugly head, time and time again.

Is there a place that exists sans such torture? What does it look like? Or, is that place just really inside of us after all? As my coffee starts to kick in, this is what I’m convinced to be true. We’ve seen some bedazzled Pinterest quote a time or two telling us that everything we seek is inside ourselves. That’s where the real nuggets of wisdom are. Somewhere, inside of me, there is a crystal clear ocean, with the perfect ocean breeze and a steady flow of piña coladas, preferably served via bronzed babes in minimal bikinis.

Am I alone in this thinking? If you could live anywhere in the world, where would that be? What is stopping you? What would it look like if we helped each other get there?

Think about this, as I go rinse off from the coffee sweats currently brewing inside my love’s fuzzy robe. And remember, “darling, the moon is still the moon in all of its phases.”

2 thoughts on “LA Mornings

  1. Good {early} morning from Pensacola FL! I love reading what you write. I don’t know how to explain it…um, so I have never been a “reader” and it is something I wish was different. I had troubles in school, testing… always had trouble actually comprehending what I read and reading at a faster pace while doing so.
    Anyways, I feel like I can fucking read easily and understand it and not slip up my words. A lot of it is I’m actually interested in what you have to say. I like the way you put things and already I feel like my mind has been opened up some to learn more and well to be honest find something that I enjoy but let’s me actually escape from life… reading…{i have a 4yo and 1yo}.
    SO I WAS HOPING or wondering if you had any books that you have wrote that are available somewhere for someone like me to buy and enjoy.
    Much Peace Happiness & Love,
    Nichole Irby
    Queenmommymcghee4@gmail.com

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    1. Hi Nichole! Thank you so much for your super kind words. Reading comments such as this are what keeps me motivated to keep writing. No books for purchase, YET, but I promise that will change soon. Thank you again for the support, from the bottom of my heart. ❤

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