The root and the wing. The rock and the sea.
Through endless conversations I've realized that when having to categorize myself I tend to be more of the root or the rock than the wing or the sea.
It's not that I love Cleveland winters or think that this city has tons of inherent excitement, but somehow I've found a way to truly feel it as my home. It's not that I don't like to get on a plane and travel...see the world and float for a bit, but I couldn't do it forever. I'd want to come back.
I've thought a lot about this over the years. Would 12 months of sunshine create enough happiness that I wouldn't need to be able too see my family whenever I wanted to? Would the ability to go out and walk the beach or hike through a desert mountain mean more than being able hop in my car and get to the people I love? And for me, the answer is that it just wouldn't.
I've always had this internal dialogue with myself. The thing I always get back to is this - I get one life to live with the people I care about. I've been blessed enough to be related to and surrounded with people that I truly, truly love. I want to spend my time by their sides. I already don't see the people I love as often as I'd like to.
I've been called a gypsy in my life. And I guess in some ways internally I am. I can make myself happy in nearly any crowd and nearly any job. I do well with change.
However, I think that the reason that I do so well with change is that I have very strong and long roots. I have a great support system of people around me. I know which people offer me which type of support and I've never been to prideful to ask for it.
Yogi teabag quote of the day: "Love, compassion and kindness are the anchors of life."