small steps

 

this week feels like starting over. a twenty year career at Pixar officially in the books. recent travels to my favorite cities that make me feel alive (NYC and Reykjavík) complete. 

i've been making a not-so-productive habit of living on my couch, sitting with discomfort and dread about my future. for the first time in my life, I have no work, no purpose, no plan. both terrifying & thrilling. 

i spent most of last week napping midday, suffering from an array of anxiety dreams about former co-workers in an alternate-universe Pixar. then there was the appearance of a narcissistic friend i ghosted a few years ago. my car ran away with itself and i darted through an abandoned 80s-era McDonald's to try to catch it. 

i decluttered a handful of drawers & cupboards. re-orged my life into stylish acrylic bins to feel accomplished. the high from this activity was fleeting, so i started agonizing over switching medical plans and paying a monthly premium now. i ruminated over making a new guy friend and then blowing off plans with him because i was too afraid to lead him on. 

books have been a source of calm & inspiration during this new transition. i've had time to read a few of the many female celebrity tell-alls sitting on my bookshelf: Emily Ratajkowski's My Body a very raw & revealing read (literally). Elliot Page's Pageboy: A Memoir an intense page-turner, Elliot doesn't write their story chronologically, they hop around, which engages the reader even more. and my favorite This Will Only Hurt A Little by Busy Phillips, i love her colorful, comedic voice and shockingly close friendships with Hwood elite.

i've managed to start and stick to a new hobby: putting on a bathing suit (despite my ghost-white legs and Birkenstock tan) and submerging myself into the bay down the street. i don't even worry about the temperature of the bay. without hesitation, i power through my entrance into the water, my body adapting to the cold almost immediately. sea water is very comforting, like a healing blanket. dense saltwater carries the body so effortlessly...like floating on a gentle cloud through calming, tepid water.

small steps right now for Kelly B. small, gentle steps that will eventually lead to the next big thing that brings back her childlike wonder and creativity, purpose, joy, and most importantly, humor.

currently listening to: Sailing by Christopher Cross 

"being needed somewhere at a specific time was never really about the somewhere or the time. it was about knowing i mattered."

–Jennifer Breheny Wallace