Cheers: Where Everybody Knows Your Name

The move to a new city and state where you know no one is a certain freedom. The freedom to be ghost like, no one knows you and you know no one. You can move about with a certain anonymity. After a year and a half in Boston, invisibility has become less of everyday life. I know people, places and things now. Yet, I’m not at the level of “the look.” You know, the look people who know you well can give. The look that signals, you have not changed, you’re doing it again, or that glance commemorative of days gone by where you just have to laugh. Cheers to my weekend – drop everything, ignore everyone and be present.

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This weekend was drop, ignore, and be. Be with the people who can give you a look; people you share a happy history with. In this case, my brother and sister-in law, the kid I watched grow up who still calls me Miss Sheila who just made captain with the airline and finishing up with 3 friends of a yogic origin. That meant, no teaching a yoga class and cleaning on Saturday. No leisurely Sunday of writing. Why? People. These are my priority people. Which explains why I did answer one phone call while sitting in the bar in the library. Yes, the Boston Public Library has a bar. The brilliance of caller id on the phone, I knew this was a call to take from a priority friend.

This week, consider, who do you give priority? Are there people you will happily drop everything for? Cheers.

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