Just got my new roster, I can cross Tokyo off my list (actually after the month of May I can cross it off three times!). I only need a New York and a Hong Kong to check this list off.
Now I need I figure out what on Earth to do in Tokyo!!!!!!!! Any suggestions? I will be there three separate days. I want to go to Disney one day and definitely the Alice in Wonderland cafe!
Don’t worry everyone! I’m still alive and flying! I’ve just had a ridiculous busy roster this month. I fly back to Dubai and have about 24 hours off before I fly back out again. I finished the six day Syd-Akl sector and came home to find actual dust in my room! I’m loving every moment of it but I miss you guys! Now that I’m settled in I’m going to start picking back up on posting. Not as much as before but just a little here and there. :)
I cannot believe that tomorrow I will see this painting. There are so many old friends waiting for me at the Alte Pinakothek in Munich and strangers I’ve never met.
Being a flight attendant means I’m privy to secrets that people don’t normally share. Desires and dreams, things they want to see or things they are too afraid to see. A lot of things happen when you are 36,000 feet in the air and sometimes people just want to talk. Something I talk to people a lot about are their bucket lists. Places they want to travel, mountains to climb. I have one of those also but the best conversations are the ones where strangers talk about their separate bucket list for art. Things you have to see with your own eyes.
Which is why tomorrow is so exciting for me. I can cross off entire sections. I spent my entire childhood studying these masterpieces and it’s no longer enough to only see them captured in a book. I have to stand before them and on those rare occasions I have to stand and cry before them. Sometimes I have to whisper thank you to them for seeing me through those dark teenage times, for guiding me, giving me strength, and for teaching me that beauty absolutely lies in the eye of the beholder.
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be keptinterested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
Happy International Women’s Day