I put a timer on my life in LA.
Subconsciously, in subtle, but subverting ways, and because I thought that wanting to be here, wanting this life, this spot, this experience, needed to be justified in order to be valid. Then, and WAY WORSE, I realized, it wasn’t just LA I had put a timer on – it was EVERYTHING.
Somewhere along the way I made my DESIRES something I had to prove valid.
Something I had to justify wanting at all.
Over the summer, my family spent time back in Texas. A lot of time. More than we expected. And it was good, and joyful, and meaningful for us to be close to our families again, living alongside them and seeing all the changes, laughing, crying, complaining about the heat. But it also opened my eyes to something surprising.
I WANT to live in LA – and not because I don’t love Texas. Not because I don’t long to be near my family. Not because LA is better — life is much more complicated than better or worse. And it wasn’t because I want to MAKE IT. It wasn’t for any other reason than…
I wanted this – that’s it.
I choose this place. This journey. We all choose it – my husband, son, and I.
And we don’t have to validate our choice.
I don’t have to validate it and I don’t need a timer.
I never DID.
I only thought I did because…
I thought WANT was a dirty word.
Like NEEDING is better. Like SUPPOSED TO is somehow more justified or noble.
As if something deemed noble — like a calling, like a destiny, like a purpose — is better than wanting it and going for it and that’s it. Want is not inherently selfish — though, yes, it can become that way. Just like money is not evil, though many evil people seek it, acquire it, misuse it. Same with power. Same with fame.
WANT is desire, and passion and drive. WANT is why we keep going when supposed to, need to, because I should, dies on the vine.
Choosing is scary AF.
Because when we choose, we say goodbye to option B through D. We can’t keep daydreaming about the what if because now we’re living the RIGHT THIS EFFING MOMENT.
Choosing means saying yes everyday even when we want to throw in the towel. Choosing means not blaming anything, or anyone, for the shit along the way, because WE chose, and we DID have other choices — we always have other choices. It’s scary because..
What if we choose from that want then what IF we are wrong?
The day after I got back to LA, carrying all this new WANT, and CERTAINTY, and HELL YES, inside me, I went shopping with my friends. It was one of those afternoons where you talk deep and long while winding through Bloomingdales, trying on make-up and dresses and dreams, where you end up sipping Rose at an outdoor cafe, bathed in sunset and satisfaction.
It was the kind of day where you choose something just because you can. I chose Jimmy Choo sunglasses. I am really happy with my choice.
What you want can be yours. You just have to CHOOSE.
And then you have to be willing to live that choice everyday.