Ok, so as I begin post #3, let’s recap. Cliff notes summary: I rediscovered the things that bring me joy and found myself again with the help of Amazon Prime and standing up to my ex. With those big events out of the way, I felt it was time to set up somewhat of a routine for the future of this blog.
So far, I have gotten great feedback from my first two posts. Two of my friends, Jenn and Leah, both old friends from my days living in Boston, reached out with great pieces of advice. Both of these women have known me since I was in my twenties. They have seen me at my best and worst and I know that while we may no longer live in the same city, they are always there for me and vice versa. Today, Jenn lives nearby in New York and Leah lives on the other side of the world in New Zealand.
My old Beantown roomie, Jenn has always been my “in the know” friend. Quite the traveler and music buff, she’s one of those people that you can have an engaging conversation with on nearly any topic. She is one of the most generous people I know and also happens to be the best cook ever! I still dream of the beer-cheese soup and mouthwatering dish simply titled, ‘Cheese-Thing’ that she would make for us. I’m grateful she and her husband live nearby, as they have become my Broadway show and concert buddies. I’m looking forward to seeing the Harry Potter and the Cursed Child play and the Bare Naked Ladies concert with them this spring! Maybe Jenn will bring a thermos of Cheese-Thing with her for a pre-play or concert snack! A girl can dream…
As a blogger herself, Jenn suggested that I have themes each week to guide my posts. I loved the idea and am excited to do just that beginning with this week’s theme: The Quirks of Daily Routine. This theme presented itself to me when a friend from the neighborhood posted an interesting question on social media:
“Do you do sock, sock, shoe, shoe or sock, shoe, sock, shoe?”
As you can imagine, her question caused quite the stir and the responses were hysterical…well, maybe not so much for my friend. But more on that in my next blog entry which will likely be called, Sock, sock, shoe, shoe.
*Disclaimer: The above is not from my friend’s post and does not represent the opinion of this blog.
I met my friend, Leah while working at the Boston Hard Rock Cafe on Clarendon Street. Yes, among my many talents, I am also a damn good waitress and slinger of Hard Rock “pig” sandwiches and sizzling fajitas. I have perfected my YMCA after much practice of standing on tables in my short, white dress embroidered with my name and chock full of collectible pins across my chest.
Rita, one of the original Hard Rock waitresses, wearing the white dress I used to wear. My dress was shorter and tighter.
The Hard Rock Cafe Boston in its original location on Clarendon Street.
Leah, who we affectionately called Kiwi, had moved from New Zealand to live near her brother in the states. She was hired as a hostess and we immediately hit it off. Although she was 6 years my junior, Leah had an old soul. Life had handed her some difficult challenges yet she was never jaded by any of them. She had the purest heart and when she gave you a hug, it was one of those hugs that radiated the love she had for you. Her hugs are second only to my daughter in my history of best hugs. Yes, I keep track of that kind of stuff. Don’t you?
Many a night, after a long shift at the Hard Rock, Leah would come back to my apartment and we would stay up late talking about life, listening to music, and unwinding with a beer or a smoke. I shared my writing and she shared her artwork. She actually drew up the “tribal seagull” I described to her which would become my first tattoo dedicated to my favorite book, Jonathon Livingston Seagull. I often thought that Leah knew me better than anyone else as she was able to read my mood without a word being spoken.
For these reasons, I was eager for her to read my blog because I knew she would understand just how important it was to me. Her words of advice to me, after telling me how happy she was and how she had enjoyed the posts? Keep going…I am looking forward to seeing the blog and your thoughts evolve. With those words, I was up to the challenge to keep writing. I made the decision that whether I had 1 reader or 1,000, I would use this blog to continue searching for my purpose, passion, and love of life. I am hopeful that one day my travels will take me to New Zealand so that I may experience the beauty of the country and my dear friend’s warm embrace.
So, with help from my two life-long friends I have mapped the course for this blog. I hope that you have enjoyed reading my posts as much as I have enjoyed writing them. Tune in next time as we answer the incredibly deep life question: Do you do sock, sock, shoe, shoe or sock, shoe, sock, shoe? I promise not to “drag my feet” and complete it as soon as possible! Sorry, had to end it with a ‘corny’ joke!
Peace and love 😊❤️
5 thoughts on “3. Hitting my stride…with a little help from my friends”
Fear not. Cheese Thing will happen, my friend. Thanks for sharing the sock/shoe. I’m apt to agree with the “what kind of sociopath does sock shoe sock shoe?” I’d never even considered doing that.
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Agreed. As a friend mentioned in the post, if you were putting on sock, sock and an emergency occurred that forced you to rush out of the house at that point, at least both feet would have some protection!
Yet our neighborhood friend has claimed that in that emergency she will be able to be flamingo-like for an extended period of time! LOL
Great read again my friend!!! I am enjoying your blog! Thanks for sharing!
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It has been way too long but I am returning starting today! Stay tuned! Thanks for reading!