What a bizarre place to be in right now. Like literally. It’s Saint Patrick’s Day and I am drinking a Shamrock “shake” and working away at a corner table in Honest Weight. Aren’t most people out drinking green beer? I have SO many memories of drinking green beer with Jeremiah on St. Paddy’s Day. In Reno. In Kona (where the bartender looked at us like we had two heads when we asked them to put green food coloring in our beer). And of course at Swifty’s.
So yeah, drinking a green shake chock full of kale and almond milk and healthy stuff is out of character. But not entirely. Once I swallow the nostalgia, I can recognize that I am in fact EXACTLY where I should be right now. Because at 5:30pm I asked myself “Sara, what do YOU want to do with your night?” And as I pushed out all the memories of what I had done on St. Patrick’s Day, or concepts of what others were doing, or what I should be doing, I found it, like a rare and mythical four-leaf clover.
“Well, I suppose I want to give my body something nutritious and healthy to thank it for getting me through three consecutive days of running, with no hip issues. And I want to write Maggie and Andrew’s training plan. And catch up on some emails. And draft a blog for Chuck’s website. And see if I have any words left for my own blog (Which I apparently do!) In a place where I don’t have to be alone, but I can still have a corner of peace.”
And that is how I ended up at this table facing all the succulents, watching the sunset over snowdrifts in the parking lot on St. Patrick’s day. By following my heart. How is it that it took me almost 4o years to learn to flush away this concept of doing things because I always have, or because everyone else does, or because someone thinks I “should” do it?! For the 90% of you who are out drinking green beer right now, I am not judging you at all, so please don’t misinterpret this post. It’s just not where I’m at right now… Tomorrow I may drink two beers at noon after I go running (when everyone else is hungover)! But tonight, I’m sitting alone in a cozy spot giving my body and heart and soul what it needs, in a place that just radiates “healthy” and remotely reminds me of Hawaii, with it’s laid back patrons and accepting vibe.
Tonight, my healthy life looks like nutritious food for my body, some nutritious solitude for my soul (without going all back-pack along the Pacific Crest Trail, Wild-style), a journal, the hum of shoppers behind me, and words flowing from my heart.
Some people have to lose it all to find out what their heart and body and soul are really asking for. But when we find it, it’s like finding a four-leaf clover… on St. Patrick’s Day!