Movement creates movement…

So, my dear friend Anita came up from rural Virginia a few weeks back and spent the weekend with me.  She was my housemate when I was 22 years old, her son was 7, and she was in her 30s, and she quickly became a den mother of sorts to a merry band of misfits I called my friends, who traipsed through our house at all hours of the day or night.  She’s seen me at my best and at my worst (definitely at my worst), nursed me through illness and heartbreak, scared off bad boyfriends, or at least tried, attempted to set me up with her idea of the perfect guy (and utterly failed), fiercely protected me when I needed protecting, and helped me grow up to be the person I am today, in the best possible way.  I love her for it.  She’s family.

Anita is a prenatal ultrasound technician, a doula, a birth coach.  She creates gorgeous, wonderful soaps with amazing essential oils that nurture the skin and soothe the soul.  She’s also into all kinds of holistic healing and new age stuff that makes me roll my eyes (I can be judgmental). She is definitely not a city person, and when she comes to visit New York, she moves like she’s strolling down a country lane, to hilarious effect.  She does love Gray’s Papaya, though, and can eat an extraordinary amount of hot dogs for such a small person.  The two of us couldn’t be more different if we tried (except for that hot dog thing).

As much as I am a dreamer, I’m not a new agey, woo woo kind of girl.  I’m disinclined to listen to any and all of it and immediately discount anything that sounds just this side of groovy.  I’ve also been known to mock on occasion.  Well, often. I’m big on mocking — though mostly gently to those friends, like Anita, who believe in such things.  That said, sometimes it’s worth listening.

While Anita was here she said something to me about “movement creating movement,” explaining it in her own inimitable Anita way, and I quickly discounted it.  But in the last week or so, and particularly the last few days, things feel like they are starting to happen.  And not in a woo woo kind of way, but in a “do shit and more shit will happen” kind of way.  I’m starting (slowly but surely), to exercise again, and I feel better.  I’m writing for Holidailies and my head feels clearer.  The job search is picking up and today’s interview went well.  Other bits and bites in the job search saga have started to materialize, and I’m slogging through and doing more.

I don’t know, maybe “do shit and more shit will happen” is precisely what Anita meant, but when she explained it to me, it felt all mystical and ethereal, and I thought “yeah, yeah, yeah…now all I need is my magic wand.”  I’m willing to admit that this is likely a flaw in my character more than anything else.

So, today’s lesson is: Listen to the people who love you.  They know what you need to hear, even if you aren’t currently paying attention…