Lyft This Shit.

I freaked out for a minute thinking I had not blogged since Monday.  Not true though, phew!  It has been another crazy week!  I'm not even sure where the time goes.  Oh wait, yes I am.  Now that I am back in the work world, that is where the time goes.  I liked not having anyone's schedule but my own.  Alas, I am not yet independently wealthy so I have to find some way to pay rent.  

This week has been super-fun, with some more firsts.  I took my first Lyft passengers out on Wednesday night.  I had logged in to drive after I left Pier 1, and then had got into my pajamas when ding ding ding!  A ride request comes through.  There is a 2-second delay as I freeze, in my boxers, trying to decide if I should accept the ride or not.  I have 15 seconds to decide.  I said yes. I ended up doing one short ride, and one longer ride.  My first ride was also a Lyft virgin, he had downloaded the app minutes before I picked him up when he realized the bus would not be there for an hour.  I took him to the Funhouse Club, realized I had met a friend of his at the Lyft hang-out party, and off I went.  He left me some nice feedback and a $2.00 tip on a $7.00 ride.  Not bad!

I was headed home knowing I had to be at work at 9:15 in the morning, when ding ding ding!  Another ride request came in to pick someone up at the Doug Fir.  I ended up taking him to his apartment up in the West hills, and it ended up that he works for Airbnb, my other dream job.  He asked me why I worked for Lyft, and I told him I wanted to write.  So this would give me the flexibility to do so.  He told me I needed to network, it was not what I knew, but who knew me.  Touche. Valid point.  I am more introverted, so networking is not high on the list of my favorite activities.  But, I conceded his point and decided to that is a skill I can improve upon.  I think working for Lyft will help me with that. 

Last night was 80's prom at McMenamin's Kennedy School.  If you love the 80's but have never been, too bad for you the next prom is not until next year.  The good news is you now have an entire year to plan and get there.  It is so much fun.  My friends and I danced our asses off and ended up hot, sweaty messes and were home by 11:30.  In true prom fashion, we were all sitting in the back of our friends VW van, Lansbury, when the parking lot patrol came around to make sure we weren't drinking alcohol, and to discourage us from "hanging out in our car".  The difference is that now we are adults, and we don't really have to listen, as long as we are not breaking any laws.  I did almost go "tiny death ninja" on the second one because it was so ridiculous. Tiny death ninja translates into "badass short girl".  

Now, I am sitting out in the sunshine sharing my adventure with you.  I tried my best to sleep in today, but finally, around 8am, I decided to get up and take a walk.  I returned some library books, got coffee and wandered around the neighborhood.  I really just needed to be outside.  I sat against an old oak tree in Grant Park and felt a sense of rest restored to my soul.  A squirrel was playing above my head, walkers and joggers were out, some with their dogs.  I met a friendly orange cat on the way to the park so we shared a few minutes of time.  On the way back from my walk someone had set out a bunch of free fiction books, so I came home with five old books, but new to me.  

Today I'm rocking the blue apron and working at Pier 1 from 3-7,  and then I'm going to log in and get some more driving in for Lyft.  It has taken me a long time, but I finally understand the true meaning of crafting a life for yourself.  I spent some time this morning, during my morning pages, dreaming about the future.  Writing a picture of what I intend to have, and seeing myself in it.  The jobs I have now are jobs I have chosen, and jobs that allow me time to write, and do the things I love to do.  And, they get me out into the world, connect me with people I might not have otherwise met.  I am learning new skills all the time, and on top of it, I am getting paid for it!  

I felt a little lonely last night after prom.  Sometimes, only very rarely, do I get that way.  Strangely enough, as I was looking at this picture of me in the van with my friends on our way back to prom, I realized what I had truly done.  As I looked at the vacant seat beside me, I realized I have created room for someone to share my amazing life with me.  So instead of seeing a space that is empty, I see a space waiting to be filled with just the right person.  I trust and believe that when the time is right, he will be there.  Just as everything else in my life as been.  And when I start to think about all the things I am grateful for, well, we could be here all day.  

I'm sharing a video from Julia Cameron talking about morning pages, walks and artist's dates.  I did all of this today, and I did get my problems sorted out.  That little loneliness thing?  During the time I walked it worked itself out after I did these things.  My morning pages helped me visualize the life I intend to create in the future.  And, if you are a creative person and have never been introduced to Julia Cameron, she will change your life.  Happy Saturday!! 

Leave Me Alone So I Can Work On My Shit.

Today's blog is inspired by this TED talk I came across this morning on my Facebook feed with Susan Cain, author of "Quiet: The Power of Introverts In A World That Can't Stop Talking".  And yes, I have read this book.  

It's true.  I wrote about this yesterday, about needing time alone in order to get down into that deep well of creativity.  When Susan Cain talks about her grandfather pulling from all the different sources he read to craft a sermon for the week, I get it.  That is often how my blogs work, like my very own little sermon to everyone.  Or maybe no one.   That is not the point though.  I have to write for writing's sake, even if no one ever reads it.  But, at least one person usually reads what I have written.  If anything I say can impact even one person, I feel like I have done my job.  

My other favorite part of this talk is though introverts do tend to carefully guard what is in their suitcase, sometimes we need to open our suitcase and show others.  Again, it is the "input vs. output" I wrote about yesterday.  So, tonight, for the first time in a very long time I am going to read some poetry at a local Open Mic.  It is probably not the best poetry, maybe not even good poetry, but it is something I feel I need to do.  And I find often that something you thought had no relevance to anyone turns out to be the very thing people need to hear.  But if you do not share, they will never know.

I have been called boring, mellow and told I am no fun.  I have had to teach people that my need for time alone is just that, my need for time alone.  It is not personal, except to me.  I cannot write a novel if I cannot get alone.  I do not like to work much in groups when it relates to my writing, because it interferes with my ability to tune everything out and get down to work.  If you can write in groups, awesome!  I myself need time to create in space before I go out into the world with it.  Kind of like a seedling.  My work needs to be protected until I feel it is strong enough to stand on its' own.  It is not fear, it is simply the way I work.  

And do not get me wrong, I love extroverts.  Some of my very best friends are extroverted, and I desperately need that balance lest I do become too inwardly focused.  The world at large needs to understand we need all of us.  Think about this...I wouldn't be sitting here typing on my Macbook without the work of an introvert.  But the Macbook would never have gotten out there without the work of extroverts.  See?  Being extroverted is no more valuable than being introverted, and vice versa.  But just know that when I shut myself away, it is so I can come out better, with something to give to the world.  And that is just as valuable as being the most boisterous at a party.