No sooner do I commit to Daring to Be an Awesome Orange, when the Fates decide to test my resolve.
I won’t go into great details, because it’s a horrifically long story, but the same day I choose my Three Words was the same day I ended up getting lost on the freeways of Southern California. Again. I will post that entire story some other time, but let’s just say that while I wanted to just pull over and call a cab, I didn’t have the money for a personal driver and then that darned word kept humming inside my head. Dare, it said. Dare to be daring. I dare you. And all I could think of was, this is pretty much the first adventure of the New Year. How would it look if I failed?
So I quickly got my bearings, turned around, and made it to my destination. The beauty of where I live is I could end up at the Beach, in the Mountains, or in East L.A., and still be just over an hour from home. Once I got on the right freeway, I took a deep breath, turned up the Frank Sinatra, and sang my way home. It was Awesome.
24 hours later, I got a call from Julie (for those of you new to my blog, Julie’s my best friend, my VIP, and next to my mom, she’s my Go-To Gal for relationships, parenting advice, girl talk… and coffee!). She needs my help next week in a big way. While she was telling me this, I found myself holding my breath.
I’m not opposed to helping out my friends, fundamentally. But when it comes down to it, I’m afraid of trying to help some friends, because I’m also afraid of letting them down. What if I make mistakes? What if I don’t do it right? What if I screw things up? I don’t want that hanging over our friendship. I don’t want to be un-friended on facebook for that. I want to keep my friends. And add new ones to the list.
But if I don’t step out and help Julie, she’ll never know that I really treasure her. I can’t keep our friendship in a bubble. She means enough to me to do things that make me nervous. Because I know she’d do the same for me. And I again had that word humming in my head. Dare. Dare. Dare! So I dared to say Yes. Yes, I can help. Yes, I can do a good job. Yes, our friendship will withstand the little mistakes we make. Yes.
And yes listening, really listening, to Monique, whom you’ll hear about soon. We’ve rekindled our friendship and she’s going to be a plethora of information as she and her fiance’ delve into the world of writing, formatting, publishing, and marketing together. I’ll be on the sidelines, cheering them on. Because I know when it’s my turn they’ll be doing the same.
And I bet our Pom Poms will be orange.
Who could ask for anything more?
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!