Where I'm Supposed to Be

Do you ever have those moments when you feel like you’re right where you’re supposed to be?  When you feel so much peace inside, despite the chaos that might be surrounding you?  Those times when you don’t know why or what for- but you’re there. And it’s right.  

That happened tonight at Tuesday Night Dinner.  When I go to TND, I feel one of two things- encouraged or overwhelmed.  Often I get overwhelmed by the number of people, new faces and new names, but even more so by the 43 conversations that go something like this: Hey, what’s your name again?  What do you do? Are you from San Jose? Indiana? What?  What are you doing here? Oh, what do you do? Oh, you work for Apple? Surprise, Surprise.  

You see, I’m an intentional person.  I want my conversations and my relationships to have meaning and depth.  Yes, In a room of 40 people, I crave depth.  Because when I walk out those doors at 10:30p, I don’t want to leave feeling empty.

My closest TND friend, the one I often share a bean bag with for most of the evening catching up on life was gone tonight so I had to be a little more intentional about being social if I wasn’t going to leave empty- and it was beautiful.  None of my conversations were profound, but they were good.   I heard about my friend’s lives- Greg’s trip home to Fresno, Jeff's return from 2 years in El Salvador, Jordan’s family and where they’re at and his plans for the future...And I felt listened to, and loved, and cared for. That was exactly where I was supposed to be.  

a metaphor.

14k gold.

soft enough to be molded, 

yet...

strong.

resilient.

and holds a shape. 

adventure

I heard someone say this morning- 

“Adventure is just a series of moments you never could have 

predicted before you left home."

One of my all-time favorite adventures unfolded over the course of three days in Alex's little blue Honda civic named Moesha.

we saw death ships.

  you probably shouldn't ask.

we made numerous illegal u-turns.

we reunited with an incredibly random mutual fried.
    no, she's not random.  the fact that she's a mutual friend is random. 

we spent 30 minutes in tijuana, mexico on new years eve.

  you probably shouldn't ask about that one either.

we went to McDonald's (9) times.

  yes, nine.


we searched (or hoped to stumble upon) the crystal cathedral.
    we didn't.

                                                                        then got attacked by dogs at the beach.

we spent an hour at an auto parts store attempting to fix moesha's electrical socket.

and 6 months later, it still doesn't work.

we sat on a big rock, watched the waves crash on the sand, drank coffee, and talked about life.

               and it was perfect.

we couldn’t find the hollywood sign.

               then all of the sudden it appeared on the mountain next to us.

we got a cher cupcake. 
    and drove an hour to eat it under the lights of cher’s malibu home.

we explored venice beach.
    at night. 
    and are still alive.

all in 68 crazy fun hours. 

       and i didn't tell my mom till i got home.