Hazy shades

This was one of the views from near the top of our hike on Wednesday. It's beautiful in its own way, if you can get past the orange haze of the L.A. skyline. Every time I see that tint along the horizon, I want to move some place with cleaner air. California has more than its share of beautiful places and I would miss that if I moved away, but ultimately, I think there are better places for me to live...and breathe. Maybe I need to live in more than one place. I'm not quite done with life here in L.A. though. I feel like there is still more to do here that will foster other things yet to come.

When I look out there, I can see shades of my future life. I can see it starting to take shape and sharpen around the edges. I am beginning to see all the possibilities and all the things I would be missing if I close my eyes and turn away. In some ways I feel like my eyes are completely open for the first time in my life. That can be terrifying and invigorating at the same time, and that, in and of itself, is confusing. One thing has recently been made blatantly clear to me; life is too damn short to whittle away in chips of should'ves and could'ves. I don't want to be that old lady, sitting in my safe little life, on my safe little porch, in my safe little comfy chair, wondering what happened to my dreams. I have the brains, the tenacity and the talent to take hold of my life and mold it into whatever I envision.

I realize this post is similar to yesterday's post, and I will try to mix it up from time to time, but this is where my head is today. I have a feeling it will be musing over this topic a lot, at least until I am well on my way. Thanks for taking the journey with me. Maybe we can sit down and chat about it over a beer or two along the way. Peace on ya.