I’ll say it. Living in Los Angeles has a reputation for being really difficult. Some people think LA and imagine a city where you’re surrounded by a bunch of mean girls who are out to end you and steal all your friends and dates and drinks. And their shoes are always going to be better. Always. (The part about the shoes may be true.)
And some people – going off of that whole idea – look at me like I’m a bonkers crazy girl. How on earth can you live in a city like that?
This is part of why:
Boom. Unfiltered and everything. That’s a point and snap photo of my beautiful city in the lavender light of sunset.
That is why I live here.
For starters, anyway. 75* in February? Come on! What’s not to love?
See, it turns out LA isn’t always that kind of evil backstabby sort of city. But it totally depends on you.
When you’re kind and generous and creative and awesome, you’re going to attract other people who are kind and generous and creative and awesome. You attract the same kind of vibes you put out, if that makes sense. It’s true that not everyone is shiny and brilliant and lovely all the time.
But you kill those suckers with kindness.
It’s just a good thing to do. But it also saves your mental and emotional capacity for things you actually want to be talking about and spending your time on. And would you rather be known as the person who fought back and was equally as nasty? Or would you rather be the person who gets the reputation for being unfailingly kind? (Ps – “kind” does not equal “doormat”. Just saying.)
And seriously – you just have to get over yourself. Stop worrying about what everyone else is thinking about you. People are people – and no one can survive on their own. See, whether or not they’d actually admit it – people really do want friends. They want community. They want a safe space where they can be themselves and not get destroyed for it.
We all want to know that we’re not alone.
The other morning – I was out running. It was super early and COLD. (38* actually. That’s like Los Angeles’ version of subzero. I felt like I should be all bundled up in an Eskimo suit to go running. As a side note, I’ve totally lost my Colorado girl edge.) Now, I’m just getting into running, and everyone else in my neighborhood who runs is totally awesome at it. These are the people who take off for their “morning jog” at a faster clip than I could even sprint. I watch them running and picture them dashing through a ‘short run’ of 20 miles while I’m praying I can make it to 3. Sigh. They’re awesome.
But I was running and being all super-judgy towards my own lack of running skills. And another runner coming the other way gave me a wave and a head nod. Hello, fellow runner.
And suddenly, I felt awesome. Like I had been let into this secret society of runners. Like I had my member card all the sudden. Like I was now allowed to run alongside. That’s Lynn. She’s one of ours.
That’s the kind of city I live in. That’s the kind of people I’m surrounded by. Those are the people I want in my life. The people I need in my life.
It’s true that LA can be an ugly place. I watch it unfold every day. But for those of you who are wondering – we’re just people here too. We live our lives and go to work and the grocery store. We need other people.
So – my fellow LA people: you’re not alone. We’re all out here, wanting connection just as much as you do.
I promise I’ll say hello right back.
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