Tuesday, November 30, 2010

New Photo Shoot

New photos taken in Raleigh by Melissa Hayes of Double Exposure Photography

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Tough Times

Ever have such a tough time that you feel like you're losing your way? This last week has been exactly that for me. I actually feel as though the path has disappeared from in front of me. Time to look internally again.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

The Woman in Me

Who am I really?  That's the question that digs deep into my soul on a daily basis.  Why do I exist in this big world?

In packing it in and moving back into my parents' house over a year ago, I was forced to eliminate 30% of my possessions and store the remaining 70%, divvied up between my old bedroom and the garage.  I haven't been able to sleep in my own bed or use my own dresser since then.  All I have are my clothes, my computer and a few other small items.  As the months have passed and I've continued to work on myself on the inside, I've been learning how not to associate myself, my inner being, with material things.  "Things" are what tend to define us as a society.  We are so focused on our cell phones, computers, TVs, iPods, clothes, cars and sadly, our profiles on social networking sites, that we forget what matters most - nurturing our souls.  I made a conscious decision to separate myself from as many of the above intruders as I possibly could.  I call them intruders because they "intrude" on our lives by providing us something external to focus on rather than to look ourselves in the mirror and face our own imperfections.  I mean really, who wants to face their demons?  The social networking sites like Facebook impede on our intimate relationships with a false sense of communication.  We accumulate these foreign objects over time as our badge of honor.  These "things" represent who we are by reflecting a false image to others of the type of person we are.  But are “we” really that person that we’ve created?

For me, the "separation process” began over two years ago after reading Eckhart Tolle's "A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life's Purpose."  I hadn't yet made the decision to move out of the fast-paced city of Los Angeles, where I became sort of a wild child in comparison to my past.  I knew that the girl I was when I moved down to LA no longer existed.  I understood that I was changing, slowly peeling the layers off to uncover the true me.  I read self-help books, listened to "A New Earth" podcasts in order to speed up this process of discovery and I talked to my friends openly about the changes I felt taking place.  What I quickly discovered is that I was going through this all alone.  My "friends" couldn't understand this major evolution I was enduring.  This wasn't an experience to be shared with others because they couldn't help me to define the real me.  What they knew was the girl on the outside, the one I showed to them over time with my clothes, musical tastes, the company I kept and the places I liked to go.  In realizing how little they actually knew about me, it pushed me harder to get to know myself.  How could these people know the real me and love me if I didn't know myself?   

What I discovered is that as I was changing.  My view of these people I called "friends" was also changing.  I didn’t want to be around people who represented this facade of a life I was living.  I could no longer see myself spending my time with people who weren't also on a spiritual journey and wanting to grow, rather than staying in the same place emotionally for the next 20 years.  This wasn't an overnight process.  I didn't wake up one day and say to myself, "Hey, I think today's the day you're going to find the true you and leave all your friends behind."  No, that’s not the way it works.  This is a journey I'm still taking and hope to always remain on.  Unfortunately, my "friends" haven't been as understanding as I'd hoped.  Instead, many of them have taken it personally.  I've tried my best to handle it with grace but in the end, they just couldn't grasp where I was coming from and have decided it wasn't worth it to keep me in their lives at all if the relationship couldn't remain the same.

Coming back home, I've eliminated items such as clothes that either didn't fit or were out of style, books, CDs, old bank and credit card statements, and other "junk," which in turn, has led me to the non-material things like old emails that I was saving in my inbox, along with other documents on my computer that had no real value or meaning and didn't need to be held onto.

I've done my best to be less dependent upon the computer or phone to communicate with loved ones.  Of course, sometimes it's the only way to reach out to the ones you love who live far away.  But I don't want to be a slave to technology anymore.  I want to live in the moment, focus on the people that are standing right in front of me and giving me the love in return that I know I deserve.  I'm less interested in allowing Facebook to consume hours of my time with updating my status and playing virtual games.  I do still send the occasional message or write on a friend's wall to say hello and let them know I'm thinking about them but I don't use this as my main form of communication.

And speaking of technology, have you noticed how much "crap" is on television these days?  My shows have dwindled down to a handful as I've grown further and further away from the uselessness of "reality" TV, which is really not "reality" after all.  People believe this stuff is real life.  While the contestants are real people from all walks of life, they do have a script to follow that guides them in the direction that producers want a show to go in.  This is NOT reality people!  The quality of programming currently on TV is so bad that I can't bring myself to watch, save for a few shows I've been watching for years like Desperate Housewives or The Oprah Winfrey Show.  Even those shows have lost my attention with their lack of interesting topics.  What the average person doesn’t understand is that television shows are not made for the simple fact that the audience might enjoy them.  The reason producers strive for their show to be a hit is so they can sell advertising time and make a buck.  It doesn't matter if the show is of good quality or not.  It just matters that it's entertaining to the masses so the masses will watch.  Well, I don’t want to be a part of the masses anymore, not that anyone thought that I ever really did.

Life changes.  We change.  We grow up.  At least I hope we do.  We came into this world in a natural state of happiness.  As life happens and we begin to identify ourselves with material things, our physical bodies and labels such as nationality, gender or our roles in life, we become weighted down and lose our sense of true self.  We forget who we are as the chaos of life takes over.  In order to find that happiness again, we must get back to our natural state by releasing the labels and becoming more of who we were born to be. 

I'm uncertain if this metamorphosis I'm going through is due to age or simply a want for something more meaningful in my life.  Those who know me know that I'm not your average person.  I never have been.  I feel "stuck" when I'm in one place too long, like I'm not learning anything new.  I have that itch to travel again, to explore and see new places or even ones I've already been to.  I just want to go!  Recently it was suggested to me that I become an intern for an Asian spin-off of a major network television show.  Ironically, it’s a reality show.  Why would I do that when I've already graduated college and should be in the midst of my career?  The more I think about it, the more I want to take this adventure and run with it.  I've always wanted to see Malaysia, the filming location.  I would have easy access to Jakarta and Bali, Indonesia, Singapore and Phuket, Thailand.  This is the opportunity of a lifetime so I'm in research mode as I write this.  I'd love to explore the unknown and publish a book about my personal experiences.  If the reality show doesn’t work out, I’ll be heading to San Juan, Puerto Rico to hang out on the beach for a week with my best friend.  Why not?

This is my life - the adventures of a young woman with the need to live.  I don't want to be a spectator watching life as it passes me by.  There is no better time than now to find the Woman in Me.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Entertainment + Science = Education


The Great Planet Earth Debate
A Mission to Bridge the Gap Between Traditional Education...
and Entertainment

Did you struggle through school as a child, wondering if you were the only person out there that just didn’t have the ability to absorb information being thrown at you on a daily basis?  I, for one, spent my entire youth lost and confused.  I couldn’t remember facts and figures, was bored to death in the typical classroom setting and had no interest in doing the work to learn important details in science, history and math that I knew would be easily forgotten.  I sure didn’t have a problem remembering the lyrics to the latest top 40 hit that would drown out all my problems I faced in school – because the songs played over and over again, forcing me to absorb the words as if they were a part of me.  I repeatedly told myself (and others) that if only teachers would put the material to music, I’d never forget a thing!  WOW, what a concept!

Now is the time.  It’s happening.  My dream is finally coming to fruition.

Ignacio Peña has done it again.  He’s managed to fuse music with education.  The Great Planet Earth Debate is music + science + video = education.  While living in Austin, Texas, Peña performed along with his band at a local high school’s Earth Day Event.  Affected profoundly by the experience, the idea for educational concerts flourished and The Great Planet Earth Debate/El Gran Debate del Planeta Tierra was born.

The TGPED concept has taken several years to develop due to its intricate production.  Consisting of a 45-minute rock science show in surround sound, the idea stems from Ignacio’s original show entitled “Phono/Grafico.”  Presented behind the band, multiple screens serve as a backdrop displaying visuals with information and bullet points that flow in sync with live music.  TGPED uses the same premise as Phono/Grafico but instead of the images representing political figures and current economic events, the visuals tell the story of the relationship between humans and the planet they inhabit, and how our modern behaviors are starting to alter the balances that allow for the conditions of our comfortable existence.  The visuals include images of scientific matter, quotes from scientists such as physicist Stephen Hawking, famed inventor and namesake of the electric vehicle, Nikola Tesla, news clips and questions posed to cause the kids to ponder the effect we as a human race have had on our great planet Earth.  The goal is to induce thoughts and ideas in our youth and create a safe environment for DEBATE over the future of our planet.  The show leaves the children filled with an undeniable hope that they can begin to take steps now that will cause greater change and a better outcome for the future of humankind. 

These nationwide “concerts for education” are targeted to middle and high schools, and universities in an effort to capture the imagination of our youth and garner their interest in the sciences and humanity.  With the current state of the environment and the latest happenings such as the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, which affect not only the U.S. but the rest of the world as well, this project is a necessity and will become an indelible part of the educational system.

The first TGPED experience took place last week at the SeriouslyCreative Meeting Space in San Juan, Puerto Rico, where Peña was a guest speaker.  Fifty students from local alternative schools were given first glimpse at the audio-visual experience by viewing TGPED video footage.   The group of kids was allowed to ask questions and provide Peña with feedback in order to make necessary tweaks to perfect his show so that children will get the most pertinent information.  The event was a huge success, with the response to the show being positive and upbeat.

The goal for this concept is for it to become an educational experience in a classroom setting, taking education to a whole new level.  In today’s day and age, where children’s attention-span is at an all-time low, with media and technology consuming their thoughts and actions, TGPED is a necessary tool in our educational system.  The next concert in the series, which Peña is already developing, will focus on flight and space exploration.

THE GREAT PLANET EARTH DEBATE will be a great national effort to better educate our children regarding this amazing Planet Earth. 
For more information:
Check out the trailer:

The Debate @ SeriouslyCreative (Puerto Rico):

See the video for “Mientras Espero del Fin del Mundo (2010)”:

SeriouslyCreative Blog (Puerto Rico):

The Great Planet Earth Debate/El Gran Debate del Planeta Tierra:

Thursday, March 18, 2010

You Ken Help (Kenny's Family)

For those that have stopped by to read my entry about the passing of Kenny Lipska, thank you.  If you've been kind enough to share your story about your friendship with Kenny, an even bigger thanks.  It's been helpful to be reminded of this gentle soul we all knew and loved.

My blog has been turned into a makeshift memorial for Kenny and I am happy to do so.  However, I was recently made aware of a site created especially for Kenny's family and friends to visit, leave a comment and even donate money to help his family as he left behind a young wife and two precious sons.  I encourage you to stop by the site by going to You Ken Help.   

Again, feel free to continue leaving comments and sharing your memories of our special friend.  May he rest in peace.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Kenny Lipska... A Soul Lost Too Soon




I received the news yesterday that one of my closest friends from high school was on life support after being diagnosed with spinal meningitis.  It all happened so quickly and now he's laying in a hospital bed on life support waiting to be sent home to God.

Kenny and I became friends through my high school sweetheart and we quickly forged a bond.  His family lived on the same street as so many of the kids we went to school with and he had tons of friends.  All the girls liked him.  He was cute and sweet and funny and kind... and so much more.  He was my friend.

On summer nights we would all sit out in the street listening to music, telling stories, laughing and talking.  When I was sad, Kenny would put his arm around me and let me cry on his shoulder.  When I was happy, he would laugh with me.  When I just needed a friend, he would wrap his arms around me and hold me.

I have so many fond memories of him that I hold dear to my heart.  One summer night, we were all hanging out with his family on his front lawn.  They were a close-knit, religious bunch (he has two sisters).  We were laying down on the lawn cuddled up in a blanket, looking up at the stars.  I never used to show affection like that but he made me comfortable.  He loved me for me.

Kenny is the (only) reason I fell in love with country music.  He and his neighbor Matt got me listening to, don't laugh... Billy Ray Cyrus.  I never would have imagined myself listening to anything with a twang.  If it weren't for Kenny playing "Achy Breaky Heart" I might not have ever opened my heart and mind to country.

On summer days, the gang would all drive out to the local reservoir and the boys would go on the rope swings.  They would climb down the steep hill, grab the ropes hanging from the trees and literally hoist themselves up and into the water.  My best friend Renee and I never did.  I had an immense fear of the dirty green water but we would sit back and watch the boys.  Kenny loved the rope swings.

I haven't spoken to Kenny since high school though I did look for him on Facebook a couple of years ago with no results.  Last summer I connected with an old friend (who was one of the gang that would hang out on that street together) and he is the person who shared this devastating news with me.  I feel sad that I missed out on the last years of Kenny's life.  I'm told that he was very happily married with two beautiful boys.  I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he is gone.  I am beyond devastated that this wonderful friend and good-hearted man has passed away so early in life.  He will be missed by so many.  I can't even begin to imagine how much this has rocked his family's world.  Words cannot express the devastation.

Kenny Lipska, may you rest in peace.  God bless you and your entire family.

*If you have any memories to share about Kenny feel free to respond with a comment.

***Afterthought:  Feeling sad, I just took a drive through the old neighborhood and relived many of the memories.  As I was turning onto the street, Lady Antebellum's song, "Need You Now" came on the radio.   How ironic that a country song would play at the exact moment I was driving on Kenny's old street (I was not listening to country radio).  So sad.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Another celeb gone... too soon?

This morning I woke up to the Yahoo! headline flashing across my screen, "Actor Corey Haim Dies at 38."  Am I shocked?  No, not really.

In one of my toughest entries on this blog, "New Year, New Me," I touched on the subject of drug use and the unhealthy lifestyle that oftentimes comes along with living in Los Angeles.  Another dead celebrity as a result of drug use is no surprise to me.  I've watched as friends destroyed their lives by ingesting prescription drugs, given to them for a valid health issue, soon to be abused for the purpose of having a good time.  I've watched as a friend passed those drugs out to their friends as if they were candy, even sold them for a profit.  I've stood by as that same friend exchanged pills with friends and family through the mail.  This is all too common, especially in Los Angeles and definitely in the entertainment world.  And you don't even need excessive amounts of cash in order to participate.

I recall a very poignant moment during a visit to LA sometime in late '99.  My friend and I were headed down to hang out and party in Hollywood.  Mind you, partying for me is and always has been having a few drinks (sometimes a few too many) but never has it ever involved the use of a drug of any kind (not prescription or non-prescription ... nothing, NADA!).  I've never picked up a cigarette, never taken a pill other than aspirin or a pain killer for oral surgery or a toothache, or the occasional sleep medication, which by the way, I no longer do).  We were in the car with my childhood friend and his very pregnant girlfriend, driving down Sunset Boulevard to go to a couple of hangouts where all the action goes down.  I remember my friend talking to us about ecstasy and how it was so commonly used in his world (meaning the LA/entertainment world).  I said, "I've never used it and never would.  I have no desire to."  He shot back at me, "Oh, that'll all change when you move down here."  Both he and his girlfriend swore up and down that a life in LA would mean that I'd give up my morals and values simply to fit in.

I was in shock that these people, one who's known me since I was a little girl and who I thought understood me, would even suggest that I'd give in.  Just because they'd done so, did that mean I'd have to?  I think not!  That is one belief of mine that I can promise has never and will never waiver.

This brings me back to all of these celebrities (actors, singers, wanna-be-somebodies) dying of drug overdose, whether accidental or intentional.  I beg the question, can you have an "accidental" overdose?  Do we not all completely understand the consequences of putting these dangerous foreign substances into our bodies, right into our blood stream, in most cases mixing them with other lethal drugs?  While they may not intend to kill themselves, how can we claim it's an accident if they know the possibility of death is there?

And while we're on the subject, is it me, or do these types of overdose deaths seem to be occurring more frequently?  I remember vividly, back in the day, the untimely death of entertainers such as River Phoenix (1993) from a drug overdose outside the Viper Room on Sunset Blvd.  A few years later it was Dana Plato (May 1999), actress from the sitcom Different Strokes.

Now it seems to be happening way more frequently:  Anna Nicole Smith (February 2007), Heath Ledger (January 2008), Michael Jackson (July 2009), Adam Goldstein AKA DJ AM (August 2009), Brittany Murphy (December 2009), Corey Haim (March 2010).  Why are these people doing this to themselves?  And why do "we" tend to idolize them?

I pray that the next time you want a feel-good fix, instead of popping a pill or something potentially worse, ask yourself the question, "Do I want to die?"  Because if the answer is no, then don't do it.  Find someone to talk to: a friend, confidant, parent, therapist, or better yet, go get some exercise.  That's a natural high that will continually make you feel better, not just give you a false high that will send you crashing back down.

Life is for the living!  Stay strong and be healthy.

Monday, March 8, 2010

What's on your bucket list?


Do you have a bucket list?  It's one of those things you think about doing or maybe have even talked to a friend about but you probably never actually composed one.  Why make a bucket list?  You never know how long we have left to live our lives to the fullest.  A bucket list will help you visualize and manifest the things you'd like to do before you die.

I got the idea years ago and started my list but lost it somewhere along the way.  And each year I write a list of goals which contains some of the items on my bucket list.  Still, it's not the same thing.

Last year I was watching an episode of Oprah entitled "Step Out of Your Box" in which actress/comedienne Ali Wentworth challenged women to step outside their box by completing tasks that were the very things they feared.  She supported the women while simultaneously facing her own fears by participating in each challenge.   Some of those challenges included sky diving (on my to-do list), skinny dipping at the beach, becoming a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader (wearing the skimpy outfit and all) and doing the routine in front of thousands at the Texas State Fair, and joining a roller derby team.  Watching this take place invigorated me.

Recently MTV began airing a new reality show "The Buried Life: What do you want to do before you die?" about four 20-something Canadian guys who travel the globe in a tour bus while knocking off things on their "100 things to do before you die" list and inspiring and helping others to do the same.  This gave me an idea: write my own list and challenge myself to complete them.  Some have already been checked off and others have remained unattempted but all are dreams of mine in some way or another.  You'll see an underlying theme of fear of heights and water in many items on my list.  Others are simply dreams I've had since I was a little girl.

My bucket list:
  1. Visit my cousins in NYC (I haven't seen over in ten years)
  2. Sky dive
  3. Be in a recording studio while artist/band is recording (Ignacio Peña and Bletzung)
  4. Travel to Europe
  5. Go to Puerto Rico (I've been 4 times)
  6. Drive cross country
  7. See Canada
  8. Model for a photo shoot
  9. Help someone achieve one of their bucket list items
  10. Win the lotto
  11. Hit the road traveling with a rock band
  12. Write and publish a book
  13. Receive Associate's degrees
  14. Receive Bachelor's degrees
  15. Get my Master's degree
  16. Have a child
  17. Get married
  18. Ride in a glider
  19. Fall in love (I've been in love but I'm ready to fall all over again)
  20. See the Ellen DeGeneres Show and meet Ellen
  21. Meet the rock band The Fray (met 3 times)
  22. Visit Bermuda
  23. Be a mentor to someone
  24. Visit all 50 states (I've only been to 12)
  25. Hike in a rainforest
  26. Visit a major record label (Been to Universal Music in Santa Monica and Universal Music distribution in Miami Beach)
  27. Learn to play the guitar
  28. Hold a Grammy award in my hand (Done in 2005 in Miami)
  29. Lose 20 lbs. (Lost 23 lbs. in 2009)
  30. Learn to surf
  31. Ride in a KC-135 as it refuels a fighter jet
  32. Move to Los Angeles
  33. Compose lyrics to a song (Did as a little girl and co-wrote song with singer)
  34. See Graceland in Memphis
  35. Go to ACL (Austin City Limits)
  36. Go to Lollapalooza
  37. Interview musicians/artists at Billboard Music Awards
  38. See John Mayer perform live
  39. Get an article published in a magazine
  40. Learn to snowboard
  41. Interview Latin singer Luis Fonsi (published on web site PuroRock.com)
  42. Run naked on a beach
  43. Work at a radio station
  44. Ride on a zip line
  45. Meet Menudo / Ricky Martin
  46. Visit Costa Rica
  47. Learn to speak Italian
  48. Be on TV (LATV Live, Dr. Phil and Jimmy Kimmel Live)
  49. Participate in SXSW Music Conference
  50. Live by the beach (lived in Santa Monica for 3 years)
  51. Attend taping of TV show (LATV Live, Dr. Phil Show, Jimmy Kimmel Live, Geraldo, The Farm Club and The Price is Right)
  52. Take a dance class
  53. Meet Jon Secada
  54. Visit New York City
  55. Go on a Mediterranean cruise
  56. Visit a military base (Camp Pendleton in San Diego, California)
  57. Meet Diane Keaton
  58. Go backstage at a concert (Been inside Ricky Martin's tour bus and underneath stage and backstage of his tour in 1999)
  59. Work on a music video (Was a production assistant on The Donnas "Skintight" video)
  60. Publish a blog (You're reading it)
  61. Go horseback riding
  62. Throw a surprise party
  63. Meet Dr. Mehmet Oz
  64. Go to a Super Bowl
  65. Get a tattoo (got the Kanji symbol for Happiness, Hope, Love on my lower back)
  66. Learn to fly a plane
  67. Help someone build a house
  68. Pay for someone else's groceries
  69. Get my photo in a newspaper (San Jose Mercury News in 2005)
  70. Go on a blind date
  71. Meditate at an Ashram
  72. Go on a sailboat (Guatemala and Cancun, MX)
  73. Go snorkeling
  74. Go to Tikal in Guatemala
  75. Go to Mexico
  76. Swim with dolphins
  77. Run a marathon
  78. Swim under a waterfall
  79. Ride an ATV
  80. Ride a motocross dirt bike
  81. Go for a motorcycle ride
  82. Visit a volcano
  83. Ice skate
  84. Get pink streaks in my hair
  85. Walk across the Brooklyn Bridge
  86. Climb a pyramid or ancient ruins (passed up the opportunity in both Cancun and Guatemala)
  87. Buy a house
  88. Buy my own car
  89. Sit in on a live radio interview
  90. Take a yoga class
  91. Sit at a news desk
  92. Drive across a bridge (Golden Gate and Bay Bridge)
  93. Ride a Gondola in Venice
  94. Ride on a jet ski
  95. Swim in a lake
  96. Ride in a fighter jet
  97. Ride in a helicopter (Done in Kauai)
  98. Go on an African safari
  99. Indoor rock climbing
  100. Take a mud bath

In writing my list, I've discovered how much I've already completed.  WOW, that feels good.  I've lived a lot.  I feel lucky and privileged to be able to have accomplished so many goals I've dreamed up.  But I do want to complete as many of the items on my list as possible.

If you have something on your bucket list that you'd like to accomplish feel free to share it here.  I welcome you to "borrow" from my list as well.  And if you'd like to help me out to complete mine, thoughts, ideas, suggestions and/or monetary donations are welcome.  Click below to donate to the cause:


Thanks for all your support of my endeavors.  I wish you the best in yours.  Keep on keepin' on.

Muzik Girl

Monday, March 1, 2010

The Story of X

Yesterday I was happily deleting files off my computer, which I do now and again to make room for the new, when I hopped on Windows Live Messenger.  I hadn't signed on in months so this was quite unusual for me but out of shear curiosity, I signed in.  I continued away deleting files and programs when up popped a message from an unexpected source.  We'll call him "X".

I've known X since 2004.  He was the keyboard player in the band I was promoting throughout the states.  We were like two peas in a pod, on the road for a month and a half, always chatting and laughing and having a good time.  We walked from the apartment we were staying at in West Hollywood to Tower Records on Sunset Blvd., all the while telling stories and cracking ourselves up.  We often-times shared a room at some dumpy motel in the middle of nowhere as we drove through the desert to get from Los Angeles to our end destination:  DallasTexas.  X and I would spend nights talking about everything from past relationships to the perils of the music industry to our current passions and woes.  There wasn't anything we didn't tell each other.  Through our shared experiences on the road we bonded and would develop a lasting friendship.  Many thought there was something more than friendship between us but it never once leaned in that direction.  He was my best friend.

Our friendship continued (or should I say, "survived"?) through the breakup of the band, broken relationships, marriage and divorce, family turmoil, visits from me to his home across the country and an ocean, his visits to me in Los Angeles and much, much more.  But the last time I saw him is a day I knew something was about to change, and not for the better.

It was May of 2008, when X planned a spontaneous trip to LA to visit me for a few days.  The trip was really just an excuse to pick up some music equipment he had ordered through a friend at the Guitar Center in Hollywood.  His friend was providing him a steep discount which made the trip worth his while.

My plan was to hang out with X as much as possible, do some site seeing, go out to dinner and spend time with friends while still handling my daily responsibilities at work.  My friend in my apartment complex offered to pick X up from the airport while I was at my morning job and drop him off at the Guitar Center.  After I got off work from my afternoon job I would drive out to Hollywood to pick him and his equipment up and bring him back to my apartment in Santa Monica.  So off I went, with my roommate in tow, into the midst of rush hour traffic.  If you know anything about LA, you know that it can take you an hour to drive five miles.  I had to drive eight miles.  Needless to say, it took us over an hour but we finally arrived where I was greeted with a giant bear hug.  It was so nice to see X.

We spent the next few days cramming in as much activity as we could in between my jobs.  We had dinner with friends, went shopping, hung out at Universal City Walk and walked around Beverly Hills where we visited my friend Hasty Torres' chocolate shop, Madame Chocolat, which has been featured on such shows as "The Girls Next Door" and "Dr. Phil."  Hasty is an exceptional chocolatier trained by the world famous culinary chef and chocolatier Jacques Torres.  I had dinner with Hasty and Jacques once in Hollywood, the day that the episode of "The Girls Next Door" was filmed at Madame Chocolat which I'll share another time.  We managed to cram so much into the first few days which was great because I became seriously ill a couple of days in that I couldn't do much.  Everywhere we went I had to visit a bathroom every 20 minutes.  I wasn't eating but I was still sick to my stomach.  It was coming out both ends.  This was making it impossible to go anywhere or to enjoy myself.

Even though I was terribly sick, X was visiting and still wanted to do things and I didn't want to disappoint him.  I asked my friends to take him out and show him a good time.  They were good to him but he still pushed for me to come along.  I was getting more frustrated by the day because I felt as though he was being selfish.  I understood that he came a long way but what was I supposed to do, wear a diaper so I could paint the town with him?

I somehow managed to pull myself together on X's final night in town.  We made dinner reservations for us and three other friends at a high-end restaurant famous for its ribs, just up the street from my apartment.  X wanted to take us to dinner as a thank you.  I was feeling resentful but did my best to put those feelings (and my illness) aside so that we could enjoy our last few hours together before I had to take him to the airport.  We had some wine and I ordered the ribs but I really didn't consume much.  I just wasn't up for it.  We all had a great time laughing and eating (me watching them eat) and soon enough it was time to say goodbye.

In the days following X's departure, he called and asked me to pick up one last piece of equipment he had ordered that hadn't come into the store until he was already back home.  I had no time in between trying to take care of my health, my jobs and the other things I had going on.  It's not like in "LA-distance" the store was around the corner.  I was also furious because at this point he didn't even offer to reimburse me for the expenses.  X asked a friend of mine who wasn't working at the time and didn't live far from the Guitar Center to pick up the item and bring it over to me which thankfully he did.  I remember how angry I was the day I mailed the package to him.  The emotions had been brewing for at least a week and a half so it wouldn't be long before they erupted.  When he eventually called, it all came out like a volcano spewing ash.  I do believe that was the last time we spoke until just yesterday when his instant message flashed on my screen to my utter shock.  I'm not saying my behavior was appropriate or acceptable because it was neither.  I've learned a tremendous amount about myself since that time which is why I was so thrilled to see his name pop up on my screen.

We chatted online for an hour yesterday and much was said to heal the wounds of times past. We were very lucky to have found each other that day though I'm not sure I can call it luck.  Maybe divine intervention.  I had been thinking about X a lot, missing his friendship and wondering how he was doing.  Ironically, I had come across many of the photos we've taken over the years while I'd been sorting through the files on my computer.

And then there were his recent experiences.  X told me that the night before he had had a dream about me, that I was crying and he was there to wipe away my tears.  When he woke up he couldn't stop thinking about me all day.  He decided to sign onto Messenger which he said he hadn't done in months and there I was.  Hmmm... makes you wonder why things happen the way they do.  But who am I to question how God works?  I'm just grateful to have my friend back in my life.  And you know what?  It was exactly how it always was between us: natural.

This story is a prime example of forgiveness (for both of us) and gratitude.  I am forever grateful to understand the true meaning of forgiveness and the ability to let go.  Often times we waste so much of our energy being hurt or angry over something so minor that we miss out on valuable time with our loved ones.  What a spectacular lesson! 

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