Five little letters. One big event.
I even tried to grow a money plant… but it just wasn’t in the cards for me.
So while you all are off learning how to build stuff with Ana, or chatting up John and Sherry or having a laugh with Beckie, and schmoozing all the while, I’ll be scooping up cat poop and waiting endlessly for the dog to find the perfect spot to mark his territory.
I’ll be packing lunches for Brendan to go to Scout Day Camp and rousing Morgan for another 8:00 swim practice and covering my ears while both whine and groan about having to get up at the shocking hour of 7AM.
Un-godly. Yes. I know.
And I feel this looming fear. All the while I’m preaching about being BOLD. Why? Why do I feel this empty pit in my stomach knowing that you are all picking our your best fitting clothes and getting your roots touched up and your eyebrows plucked, and maybe even having a few extra business cards printed…
Is it that you’ll make that one connection that will change the course of your life and catapult you into Bloggy Stardom? Or is it that you just get a chance to get out of the house and hob-knob with the Big Girls and Boys?
Maybe it’s that you’ll get to learn new things that could really make a difference and spark some new passion that you never knew you had.
No. If that happens, I’ll be so happy for you! Thrilled, even…
Perhaps, it’s the simple pleasure of putting a face with a name. Not the flat, two-dimensional picture that we all have over there on the right side of our digital spaces, but the real-life-flesh-and-blood-hair-falling-over-your-right-eye face.
Or hearing the voice that goes with that face in real time….and the laugh that comes along with it. Is it a short, soft chuckle of a laugh, or a giant, from the belly gufaw? And can any of you do a chimp imitation like me? I could teach you… if I were going.
And you will all get to see one another, and hear one another, and hold hands and sing kum-ba-ya together if you want. And those moments are un-sharable. You can’t bottle that and mail it to me in a brown paper package. You can’t capture it and put it on your blog and fill me with the same pleasure of knowing that feeling of a true connection in the present moment.
And since we’re being all real and alive and raw… let’s be honest.
You are fixing to be a part of something that can’t be explained. Something inexplicable. Something like unto a secret club and you’ll know that handshake and the secret knock and the theme song…and maybe even get that T-shirt that says, “Yo. I was here…”
And I’ll be up here in Virginia just waiting it out while you are hob-knobbing and gufawing and picture-taking and elbow-rubbing…
And while you are creating new memories and forging new friendships, this is the view that I’ll have….
Or maybe, I’ll sit over here…
And I might go down and watch a movie or two in our theatre…
Torture, I know. But I’ll try and make the best of it.
So have fun. Really. I mean it. This is me absolutely NOT being sarcastic.
REALLY. I’m so happy for you.
But watch out…cuz next Haven, I’ll have my elbows out ready for rubbing, and my hobs out ready for knobbing, and my teeth cleaned and my brows waxed and my shining-est smile plastered on my face ready to make memories and share tear-wiping laughs with you for all it’s worth…
But do me a favor, would you?
While you are there, (among the “famous” ones), should you feel insecure or nervous or unsure of yourself, take a moment and let the image of a bright orange daisy fill your mind, and hear me whisper in your ear and say…
YO. Today IS the day.
Get your butt up there and