There is this scene in Joe Vs. The Volcano where Joe sees the moon rise over the ocean from the tiny raft keeping him and Patricia alive. Joe is dehydrated and near death and can just barely get to his knees but see this amazing moon rising and he says
Whose Name I Do Not Know,
Thank You for my life.
I forgot how big…
It’s one of my all time favorite movie scenes and there are days (often when things have gone pear shaped but I have a moment of grace) when I am overcome with a wave of gratitude of so big that it actually hurts my heart, and I say that prayer.
Today was one of those days when I’m extra grateful. Violently grateful.
Five years ago I was out at the bar drinking, having a complete blast with my friends as usual. There was nothing special about that night except it was the last time I ordered a beer, wine or cocktail. The next morning, when I realized I didn’t want to plan the rest of my life around alcohol, I decided the beer I was having would be my last. I thought it was the end of life as I knew it; I thought I’d reached the end of fun.
I have never been more wrong about anything before, or since.
Four years ago today, I had a wonderful Saturday at the stables, before an amazing dinner with friends. I laughed ’til I cried, and my heart was filled with joy. That’s the year I learned I loved Karaoke, went caving, traveled to Anchorage, Tucson & San Francisco, road tripped to Idaho to see The Lumineers, drove a U-haul from PDX to Brooklyn, and danced my ass off at two difference weddings
Three years ago today, I enjoyed a Sunny Sunday afternoon cackling with some of favorite ladies, during our weekly taco meetup. That’s the year I bonded with a coworker on a trip through the NE during the Polar Vortex. We launched our startup that year, and I flew back to Flagstaff and NAU as a guest lecturer. I traveled to Bali, Cambodia & Singapore and had a spiritual experience. I made a commitment to travel more, and for my birthday I visited Montreal & Quebec City.
Two years ago today, I’d just gotten home from my first trip to Savannah, and I was torn between plotting my escape from PDX and pure love for my amazing housemates, who made me laugh every.single.day. That’s the year I went to Universal Studios Florida and rode all the rides, twice. I ate fresh seafood with Southern Hipsters in Charleston and had some of the best Greek food I’ve had on a trip to DC. I saw the San Antonio Riverwalk and drove through Texas Hill Country to have sunset BBQ at Salt Lick before live music in Austin. I lost a bunch of money in Vegas but had fun with my mom. I drove from PDX to Savannah and along the way got to see the Grand Tetons and Yellowstone National Park, and floated in the Thermopolis hot springs. I swam in the ocean, in September, just 15 minutes from my house, and spent Christmas in the Bahamas.
A year ago today, I went for a run before a great date at Foxy Loxy Cafe. I was officially diagnosed with PCOS and got the biggest consulting check I’d ever received at the time – $17,000. I was falling in love with my new life in Savannah. That’s the year I attended the 2nd largest St. Patricks Day celebration in the country, camped and climbed for the first time in years, went to the Wanderlust Festival and TalkUX Atlanta, ate my way around Savannah, walked on fucking Fire at my first Tony Robbins event, reconnected with an old friend and I found my purpose in coaching.
Today I wandered the streets of Hanoi, Vietnam before having a great rooftop sunset dinner & mocktails with visiting friends and parts of my new Remote Year travel-family. This has been the year I went on yoga retreat in India, had a mocktail on a helipad, practically touched an Orangutan and a Proboscis Monkey in Borneo, got bit by a dog in Penang, and rode a motorcycle for the first time. I made friends with 65 new people in a matter of days, and every single day I thank God for the amazing life I have. It’s only March, and this is going to be one hell of a year.
Tomorrow I’ll get on a boat to Ha Long Bay & Bai Tu Long Bay, turn off my electronics and enjoy some much-needed downtime. I’ll toast 5-years sober with a watermelon juice and thank the Universe for this amazing gift.
Today, I say thank you to everyone who has been a part of my journey before or after I put down the drink. Thank you for your friendship, your support, your love, your kindness, your inspiration. Thank you for making me laugh, helping me grow, pushing me to be a better woman. Thank you for letting me be a part of your life, and thank you for being a part of mine.
What are you grateful for? What challenges have you overcome? What did you think would be the end of life as you know it, but that you now see as just a beginning? Let me know in the comments.