And it's hard to leave the life you've made
But I promise you more
Then what you've seen
And what you've had before...
-Dirty South, "Until the End"
Dear (scared) Lisa,
Remember that first red-eye flight? You thought you'd die.
Guess what? You survived.
In fact, you landed in San Francisco with energy to spare! Everyone was tired, so you ventured into the city alone. For the very first time. With shaky hands, a racing heart, and a smile big enough to convince strangers you actually knew what you were doing.
You trekked all over town and immediately fell in love with the entire Bay Area, remember? It was this intense, magnetic pull.
Yep, you were just a young thing back then. Twenty-six years old, with a head full of dreams and a heart that had never been broken.
Shhh...I hear those murmurs that escape your tired lips. I'm older now, you argue. Less agile. Less bold. More jaded.
Don't write yourself off like that.
You've done many brave things, things you never gave yourself credit for. Things that had overwhelmingly positive results.
Trinidad, AmeriCorps, Berlin. Quitting that lucrative job because you realized there was more to life than a paycheck and a nice car. Sending your novels to publishers despite the fact that you had been rejected before. Choosing to love even though you knew you might get burned.
You're a fierce one, my dear. A force to be reckoned with.
Now you're at a crossroads, hmm? Very soon, things will change drastically at work. You have a choice to make.
You can buy into the lie that California is unaffordable, overwhelming and downright impractical. You can take comfort in the familiar, instead of branching out.
Or you can carve a new path...one that is entirely your own.
You know what to do. You've known it all along, girlfriend.
Love,
(Brave-ish) Lisa
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