Attempting to live fully

She danced. She sang. She took. She gave, served and loved. She risked and created. She dissented, grew and enlivened. She saw, sweated, changed and learned. She laughed. She shed her skin. She bled on the pages of her days. She lived. - Hershey

Words to live by - or at least the words I often attempt to live by. Commissioned by Teen for a past birthday gift, this quote hangs on a piece of painted wood above the window in my bedroom. I've read it about a thousand times over the years, always experiencing a fleeting moment immediately upon completion of wanting to jump up and dance... tightly hug a dear friend... be bold and quit the job I hate, sell my stuff and backpack around the world... something - anything - that would signify that I was truly living and experiencing - to the fullest extent - this life that I have been given.

Last weekend I hopped on a plane for a weekend away that was one big question mark. It was slightly out of character for the current version of me, but it was worth a try. Then this weekend I sat in the chair at the salon and took deep breaths as my long hair got the addition of pseudo bangs.


Both were risks I was happy to take - and yes, I fully expect that next weekend's adventure will have progressed to be along the lines of parachuting out of a hot-air balloon. Naturally.

Searching for it all high above L.A.