How cute is this throwback of baby Shep in Malibu! Our hearts go out to LA — Thousand Oaks, Malibu, Calabasas — they’ve had too much, way way too much to deal with. Hang in there guys <3 <3 <3
We’re going back to LA for Thanksgiving! I didn’t know whether it was a good idea for us or not, because honestly, I feel like going back so soon could make me feel a lil’ homesick.
I’ve decided to just be okay with not having met my new bff/group of friends who know(s) my middle name + that I like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain, so I took myself off Bumble BFF cause it’s just not for me and have decided to just be with myself and let those symbiotic, finish-each-other’s sentences kind of friendships come organically, one dayyyyy. (And letting go is a part of manifesting, anyway, right?)
I mean, it’s not the first time in my life I’ve just decided to ‘be with myself’. Like, go to the mall by myself. And to the nail salon by myself. And to yoga by myself. And not see a familiar face to avoid at the grocery store three times a week by myself.
In fact, when I was in college and after, I loved moving to a new city and venturing out on my own. It’s a little different though when you move a family. At least that’s what I’ve been thinking.
So…is that just my perspective creeping in here?
Cause wait. Most of the time in LA, unless I was with the kids, I did those things by myself or with Shep who couldn’t talk at that point, anyway.
I had close friends just a (familiar, comfortable) play date or lunch date away, so I guess it felt different. I had twelve years of relationships there. So when Scarlet said to me today that she didn’t know whether she liked her new school more or her old school more, and I told her “You can’t compare two years at a school you loved with 12 weeks at school you’re still getting to know”. Which made me like, ‘Oh…Duh’ to myself. Isn’t it funny how it’s so much easier to give out sound advice than to take it?
Ugh! Self — listen up good cause this is sound advice, here!
Like last week I was thinking about what my article would be for this week and I decided on a whim that I was going to run up the steep hill I had always ‘“just” walked at the end of my running route. Obv there was a really good song on.
I told myself ‘You know, you don’t always have to run up this hill just because you did it once’.
So. The next day, I actually switched up my running route and ran down the hill, just to listen to my own damn advice because I know, I know. You don’t always have to run up hill.
So. I’m not gonna run up hill all the damn time, just cause I can. Trying to put myself out there and show up for any and everything, just in case I might make a friend? That’s exhausting.
There’s a tough balance to strike, but I’m reminding myself to look within — ‘does this work for me?’
So like, no, I didn’t make it to the book club thing for kinder moms. I was too tired. And that’s okay. And yes, I skipped being room mom for the first time since Scarlet was a preschooler because I just didn’t want to this year.
I remind myself with my very own sound-ass advice to just strike a balance, cause that’s what I like.
Will I be homesick when we go back next week? Well, obviously yes, at some points because you cannot compare 12 years somewhere to 12 weeks and I choose to take my own advice again in knowing that I’ll just show up and let it be what it is.
If anyone has any ideas of how to be helpful while we’re back, ie volunteering or good funds to contribute to, please let me know! We love you, LA!