near midnight

 I’m not spontaneous by nature, and if given little time to think my immediate answer to questions will always be no. However, Sunday night, near midnight, my mom calls my brother and I up to ask if we would like to join them in California for thanksgiving. Mind you I live in Nova Scotia, the exact opposite coast and other side of the continent. In what some would see as a shocking turn of events I got on a plane Tuesday at noon and few across the continent. 


What does all this have to do with the creative process you may ask, well not much I must admit. However all of life is relevant to the process. 


Half of my family lives out on the west coast and the other half lives on the east coast. We spend a lot of time on FaceTime and a lot of time sending messages in a group chat. 


My parents were on an extended trip on the west coast, and my brother and I were at home carrying on with regular life. When my mom called near midnight anything could have come out of her mouth and I would have been less stupefied than when she asked if we wanted to hop a flight. I had planned a quiet pizza night for thanksgiving since it would just be the two of us. And well the last thing I saw myself doing before the end of the year was last minute jumping on a plane. 


I said to my oldest brother, I normally plan my trips six months out in advance and then I pack for three weeks. Which is 100% true. The fact that I was packed and had the house in-order to leave, in about 48 hours is massively impressive. As I said before, I’m not one to make decisions quickly, and I also am not the biggest fan of flying in general. 


But I made it. I hopped on a plane, took three planes to be specific, and have joined my family to have thanksgiving in the country I was born in for the first time in a very long time. 


All in all this year thanksgiving feels quite a bit more alive to me. I’m thankful for my family and their crazy plans that often times are all bark and no bite, thankful that this time it was all true to heart action. I’m thankful for my brother for being a calm travel buddy, and thankful that I had the courage to do what was out of my comfort zone. 


I’ll be back next week for the continuation of this currently unfolding story of mine. If I’m not it’s because I’m back to the creative process. Either way Thursday is blog day and I’ll see you soon! 

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