Yesterday, I got to go to LA and participate in creative happenings for The Yellow Conference. It was such a fun day exploring the city with my best friend Tara, and getting to meet such a wonderful team of creative women. Buuut though all of the glamor and creating was fun, that's not the point of this post.
The thing is, I have been in a bit of a rut lately, and a simple trip to LA couldn't solve that, but it was an important part of the process. And I believe so wholeheartedly in the process. Baby steps, baby steps, baby steps...
There's a certain empowerment in walking into a room where all of the walls, the floor, and the ceiling are painted bright white, and not just because that aesthetic is my full time day dream. It sounds so silly, but those white walls caused me to question how I am going to get to the place where I have white walls of my own. There is no metaphor there. Like, that is actually what they did for me.
I don't want to bore you with the details, but I will say this, I am realizing the importance of going places, and doing things that feed my hearts desire to see. It's easy to not want to drive to LA, because traffic is the worst, but yesterday I realized how important it was for me to be there, despite the annoying traffic.
Ready for your metaphor? I hope so, because it's coming in hot...
I want to resolve not to let the "traffic jams" of life became a detour for me. So often I get down on myself when life is slow. But yesterday gave me an understanding. Sitting through traffic is inevitable, but I must do it with patience, understanding, and a knowledge that at the end of the inching forward and stopping suddenly, the traffic will let up. My final destination will be the place where the walls are white, and dreams are a reality.