Tonight after R-kids left for their dad’s house, I dressed myself up, took myself out, and brought myself to a rockin’ concert in the hip part of town.
I’m not sure what propelled me to leave the comfort of my warm house, step out into the fifteen-degrees-below-zero-windchill, not turn around right then and there and snuggle up in bed with my book instead, keep walking toward my car, sit down on the frozen-solid leather seats, drive to some way-cooler-than-me downtown theatre where the closest place to park is a block or two away if you’re lucky, and make an entrance all by myself.
There are a hundred reasons I should have just stayed home, including at least one episode of Modern Family waiting for me on the DVR, and the “intro” that typically comes in front of my “vert.”
I’m not sure why I went.
Maybe I just had to get out of here. Maybe I had a feeling it would be worth the effort. Maybe I knew I’d see some familiar faces, and possibly (hopefully?) some new ones. Maybe I was thirsty for some great music, and a good glass of wine.
Whatever it was, I did all that.
And it was.
Especially because of the old—and new—faces I found waiting.
And the soul-stirring, heart-lifting, honest-to-the-bone music.
Here’s to stepping out beyond—your doorway, your comfort zone, your assumptions, your always.
It’s usually worth it.
by julie rybarczyk