Puff. Puff. Pass.
A strong hit of that California girl.
The first time I tried her, I got slightly faded from the sight of lackadaisical palm trees. Gracefully, they swayed and waved to me everyday. I could practically see their positive vibes radiating all around me. The second time I tried that California girl….
I. Got. blazed.
The thrill, the rush, and the excitement were instantly pumping through my veins. I needed more and I became addicted. There was something new to see and do every single day. Nothing about my new life was typical or routined.
On my way to work, I got high simply from glancing over at the mountains and beautiful homes that were placed perfectly, yet dangerously on each winding hill. It all looked something like some type of magical backdrop, and I couldn’t even begin to comprehend such wizardry.
I was organically faded from the beauty all around me. I met some of the most unique, open-minded, stereotypical, appalling, creative, lost, and inspiring souls. I was a woman running with the wolves unapologetically.
I was able to escape what I had left back at home. Fear, anxiety, and stress started to become foreign. And I instantly hated anything or anyone that tampered with this new found Bob Marley, no dread having, but still irie vibe I had going on.
....until that same high came down.
So I sobered up and later tried to get that Chicago girl high that I use to love. Initially it wasn’t the same. Nothing around me was the same. My friends were all at different stages in their lives, and I was starting to wonder if I were even capable of connecting with anyone or anything around me anymore.
No palm trees. No mountains. No Bob Marley.
Just depression and feelings of loneliness.
It took me a good month of crying and feeling like my life was lifeless, until that Chicago girl high kicked in and did what she does best. I was reminded that creating beauty starts with me, no matter how many magical backdrops I think I want to see.
I can meet lost, inspiring, and creative individuals wherever I go. She reminded me about the importance of watering and growing the relationships that I already had....regardless of where other people may be in life.
While California girl high taught me that the crazy things that I worry about in life really aren’t that serious…Chicago girl high continues to humble and mentally strengthen me...
...and that’s what I like to call dope.
Puff. Puff. Pass.