The Year is Half Over, What Have You Done?

On Saturday I woke up to the realization that the year is half over. And what have I done?

Well, I’ve had a lot of fun.

I’ve been to a bunch of Happy Hours with my girlfriends. (I almost never go out to dinner, but I am the queen of Happy Hour.)

I’ve done some cool hikes with my husband.

Sunday we went here.

Malibu hike Charmlee Wilderness Park
A beautiful hike through Charmlee Wilderness Park in Malibu

I’ve been to a bunch of concerts and country music festivals.

Brandy Clark. Coastal Country Jam featuring Jake Owen. Jay Nash, Tony Lucca & Matt Duke. (OMG – if you have a chance to see these guys – just one or all three together DO IT. They are amazing.) Stagecoach. U2. Oakheart Festival. Boots and Brews.

U2 Joshua Tree Tour Stage
U2 Joshua Tree Tour. I’ve seen U2 at least 10 times. I’d gladly see them 1,000 more.

Four festivals and three concerts are more shows that some people will see in a lifetime I realize, but those are not my people. God that sounded super assholey, didn’t it? That was not my intent. I’m super grateful to have gone to these shows. And I’ve got more on the way this year.

Hall & Oates with Tears for Fears (OMG!) Adam Ant (OMFG!) Green Day (Finally!) Thomas Rhett with Old Dominion & Walker Hayes (Cannot effing wait). And something called Retro Futura with Howard Jones, the English Beat and a bunch of other 80’s throwbacks. (Bought for a steal on Groupon – going with Dave and the kids. Should be a blast.)

So yes, it has been and will be a good year for music. Because live music more than anything is what makes me feel so alive. And young. (Seriously, so fucking young.)

And fun is great. Important, even. But I have goals this year that I have not achieved. I wanted to interview more artists like I did last year with Matthew Ramsey of Old Dominion and Matthew Nelson of Nelson. But I haven’t. Because that takes effort and I’ve been busy with a new(ish) job and life and just trying to keep all my balls in the air.

You know. Like everyone else.

I’ve only written seven blog posts all year. And maybe two newsletters (which you should totally sign up for because I obviously won’t overwhelm your inbox and you get a free book. Or rather bookette).

I did write this piece for my friend Jessica’s blog that I’m quite proud of, but only because she asked. And really. It was just a reworking of a piece I’d already written.

And my WIP – the sequel to Frosted Cowboy. LOFuckingL. I have an outline (ish). It’s actually a great story (at least that’s what everyone I’ve told the plot to says), even better than the first. And I’ve written some of it, obviously. But. But. What?

I’m just busy.

And lazy.

And so damn scared.

Because writing is so hard. And what if it’s terrible? (And like any first draft, it is so terrible.)

So, sure. I’ve had some goals. But I haven’t really had a plan. And  A goal without a plan is just a wish. I read that on Pinterest. Or maybe it was Twitter. One of those very philosophical websites.

A goal without a plan is just a wish

Saturday as I was cleaning that pile off my dining room table I came across an article I ripped out of Sunset Magazine by Anne Lamott called Time lost and found. And even though I was “so busy” and I’ve read it at least a dozen times before, I knew that this article about finding time to write was exactly what I needed and I sat down and read it again and it made me cry.

Because Anne Lamott knows the truth.

It’s so easy to make excuses. To be too busy to write. Busy job. Busy social life. Keeping all those balls in the air.

I’m not going to stop going to concerts or hiking with my husband or (god forbid) Happy Hour.

But what if I didn’t work through lunch every day. Or let one of those balls drop? (Or two? Or three? Or four?)

What if when I get up at 5AM (and I do, every single day) I actually write a blog post? Or contact a musician’s publicist? Or stopped being so scared to tackle my WIP?

Maybe in six month’s time – when the year is completely over, I’ll have done more than just have fun. More than just work. I’ll have created.

And my year will be one that was not half-lived.


*The quote “A goal without a dream is just a wish” is attributed to Antoine de Saint-Exupery (but you can find it on Pinterest). 



I Just Saw The Endeavour Space Shuttle Fly Over My Head

Today, while I was reading the paper at breakfast I saw that the space shuttle, Endeavour, was taking a tour (on the top of a 747) of the Los Angeles/Orange County area on its way from Edwards’ Airforce Base to LAX. It was flying by Malibu at approximately 11:30 a.m. As I live 20 minutes away from Malibu and didn’t have anything going on at 11:30 a.m., I decided to take advantage of being so close.

“Let’s go see the space shuttle be transported,” I said to Dave.

He was in.

Unfortunately for Chandler and Marley, we are selfish and greedy parents so we sent them to school.

As we were driving to the beach I told Dave how happy I was that we were going. I knew that I’d regret it forever if we didn’t. It was such a simple thing – driving 20 minutes and taking a 10 minute hike to a bluff – but it would have been so easy to shrug away. I’m tired today. And busy. But this was a genuine once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

We got to Pt. Dume and noticed they were filming something. Of course they are always filming something at Pt. Dume. (Trust me – anytime you see the beach in a movie/TV show/commercial it is probably Pt. Dume.)

Filming of Bones at Pt. Dume
Just another sunny day at Pt. Dume Beach

It turned out to be Bones. I don’t watch that show, but it sure looks like a crazy episode.

Debris on beach
What kind of shipwreck or crazy thing happened here?

We walked up the path to the top of the hill and surprise, surprise weren’t the only people who came to see a little slice of history.

Waiting for the space shuttle to fly over
Waiting, waiting, waiting

We even asked someone to capture the moment for us. We never have our picture taken. (Of course with the way I look in this photo it’s no small wonder!)

Waiting for Endeavour to fly over Malibu on September 21, 2012
Waiting for the shuttle in the hot Malibu heat

There was a pre-school there waiting to see the shuttle. I wonder if any of those kids will remember this when they get older. (And even if they don’t, it still makes a great story. I have a photo of myself with John Wayne when I was about 4 years old. I have no memory of the event – but I sure do like to tell that story!)

pre schoolers waiting for endevour
Will they ever remember?

And look at these two pre-school moms. They are so cute I just want to punch them be them/be their BFF!

cute moms
Love this skirt/converse look. If I attempted it I’d look like a dork.

As we were waitng someone in the crowd would spout out news reports. “It’s in Santa Barbara.” “It’s flying over Vanderberg.” And then finally, “There it is!”

I couldn’t see it. “Where?’ I asked, “Where?” The guys next to us pointed, “Right there.”

Still all I saw was sky. Dave couldn’t see it either. And then, as if appearing from nowhere, there it was. I was looking for it to fly parallel to the coast but it was coming right at us.

It was super low. (The newspaper said it was going to fly at 1500 feet.) And I have to tell you – IT WAS SO COOL! A space shuttle being transported on top of a 747 – WOW!

After flying 25 missions and 123 million miles (which is even more miles than I have on my 18 year-old Honda), the Endeavour was making its final “flight.” And I got to see it. Damn. I wish we’d pulled the kids out of school.

It literally gave me chills. My hands started to shake as I tried to take a picture. I knew it would be neat to see, but I didn’t realize how truly awesome (in the rarely used, true sense of the word) it would be.

Space Shuttle Endeavour on September 21, 2012 piggy back on 747

And then, just like that, it flew over us and was gone. It lasted less than a minute, but it was worth it. I’m so glad I didn’t just shrug it away and think, “That would be cool, but I’m too tired, too busy, there’ll be too many people.” I’m glad Dave and I took the opportunity that we were lucky enough to have land right at our feet.

Mass exodus of Pt. Dume after Endeavour flight
Time to head home.