A Tuesday morning in March. I had no idea what to expect. All I did know was there were 2 hours of traffic waiting for me and an exceedingly high number of Sara Bareilles-filled decibels playing through the speakers.
It was the first day of work where I wasn't the new barista, the photographer or B-roll videographer. Just a "bring your A-game and don't forget the coffee" kind of first day. If I didn't know my sister would be there in the only room I could see upon entering the office, I probably would have needed something a little stronger than coffee, nah't I sayin?
But there I went, lugging my camera, coffee cup, tunes, and shaky hands all the way to LA.
March flew by, and then came April. April tried it's best to beat me up. There was a string of days where some major disappointment happened. In any other time in my life, I would have said SCREW THIS and let April beat me to a pulp until I had nothing left to give, but this time I fought right on back and stayed the f on my feet. (Hi mom). Sometimes I had to ask myself if I was only okay because I was distracted by work, but then I realized that April has done this to me before and won. And maybe the time had come where I could fight back and kick its ask. All glory to Jesus for knowing exactly what my life was going to look like in April, for letting it happen, and for putting me in a place that would grow me up faster than I could understand.
Fast forward to now. A month and a hand-full of days gone by, two months of guaranteed work left to go, and a forever amount of months of gratitude in my heart for my 4 hour round-trip commute. I'm not very good at sticking to things, folks. That's the cold, honest truth. But let me tell you somethin', I have never in my entire life wanted to make that drive more than when I hear my alarm go off in the morning. And I freaking hate the morning. I wake up with hair that looks like it's mad at me, no white left in my scleras, and the most defined, premium designer bags under my eyes. But when I hear that first little jingle, my heart skips a beat and brain is ready because I know where I'm going and what I get to do that day.
Cut-to yesterday. Cinco De Mayo/my 21st birthday. I walked up the stairs in a major hurry cause I had to pee like a mof. (2 hours and a lot of coffee is not ideal on the bladd). Moving on: I went straight to my desk to find balloons, a 12 pack of corona, champagne, and a card. I belly laughed at the sight all of it among the silence/earliness of the morning, but I wasn't about to go back to say thank you because I knew what was about to happen. Seconds after I sat my buns on the chair, I hear a cacophony of footsteps and a faint "Feliz Cumpleanos" coming around the corner. The rest is history.
It's been a month and a hand-full of days, but I was celebrated like it's been a lifetime. If that doesn't make April want to come back and say it to my freaking face, I don't know what does. But I do know that this love I've received from these people I've known for a month is so rare and something I am so floored to not only witness, but be on the receiving end of it.
Every single second I spend in my beloved car, Glenda, is spent with gratitude. Every single penny I put into my gas tank is given with a happy heart. So April, you can kiss my ask, but I'm grateful for you at the end of the day, because I have something you didn't think I had. I have hope. And I have hope because I have a mom that tells me she loves me every morning knowing she'll get a half-asleep mumble in return, and hugs me as tight as she can when I get home. I have a sister that smiles when I walk into the office and tolerates the jokes I unleash on her after having to keep quiet all day. I have coworkers that are eager to teach me with more patience than Dwight Schrute's sensei, and I have a Father upstairs that has already written the rest of my life for me and holds my hand tighter as he turns to the hard chapters.
My life has been rocky and less than ideal at times and I'm sure yours has too. That's the beauty of it. We have the opportunity to love and fight alongside one another. So if you feel like this period of your life is trying to beat you up, please e-mail me. I don't know every answer, but I'll be more than happy to listen and talk. Because in the end, "we're all in this together." -Zac Efron/Hubby
Cheers, Brothers & Sisters.