34,000 feet

Right now I’m 34,000 feet in the sky. I’m on my way to Washington State to visit family. The only way I’m going to be able to write a blog for the 29th (when you’re reading this) is if I write right now while I’m on the plane. I had planned on writing about equality vs. equity. I still plan to write about it eventually. But I got up into the sky and looked down. Everyone knows how big the world is. Everyone knows how small we are compared to what’s really out there. Sometimes I think we forget though.

I looked down and saw everything. I was immediately inspired. It’s so hard to wrap my head around how big the world actually is. I mean, I’m seeing a lot right now but this is NOWHERE near what else is out there.

Seeing other people limit themselves to one space when there is all of that out there, confuses the hell out of me. I want to explore every corner of ever city, and every country, on every continent. Knowing all the different types of cultures I’ll run into. But even more importantly, the kind of people I’ll meet. I know there’s a lot of bad people out there, but the world doesn’t lack good people. And if you can’t find a good one, be a good one.

I’ve bumped into a few interesting people today at the airports. The first interaction was super nice. He sparked a conversation with my mom and I. Seeming genuinely interested in where we were from, and who we were. It was a small gesture that made me feel comfortable. It was the kind of interaction I hope to have with many more people in my life.

The second person, however, was someone who instantly made comments to her husband about me, my tattoos, and my mom. She continued to stare at us, making comments every-so-often. She wasn’t just complaining about us though; she was complaining about nothing, but in her head it was everything. I chose to ignore her, but it doesn’t mean that I didn’t notice. I tried to put myself in her shoes and understand how someone could be so miserable.

I’ve changed a lot in the last two months— more than I thought possible for someone. I’ve changed in a very good way. I truly did wake up one day and decide I didn’t want to get so upset all the time over nothing— so I stopped. I see people like this woman and wonder why. Why do we get ourselves so worked up over the small things?

Now, in the plane and in the air, I’m reminded of the big picture. We are tiny. So, so tiny. And personally, I don’t have the energy to get upset over things like other peoples tattoos, when I could be doing bigger, better things with it.

This trip my mom and I are taking isn’t really for fun. It’s to make sure we see a couple super incredible people before we don’t get the chance to again. Like I’ve said before— something that we all know— nothing lasts forever. Going along with that, people can’t live forever. But we can live well, and happy. My great grandparents are two of the most incredible souls I’ve ever come across. The things they’ve been through, together and apart, gives me hope that I’ll find love someday. It gives me hope that I’ll be able to live that long with the one I love. They give me hope that no matter how hard things get, you can still have fun— you don’t have to lose your sense of humor.

These kinds of trips, and these kinds of interactions are the kinds of things I have energy for. I love and I learn. We all need to learn to look at ore life for what it really is, small in retrospect— but to the people closest to us, it’s huge. And you as yourself, have the opportunity to not only make your life huge for those closest to you, but also for yourself. And along the way, a few more people might take ahold of what you’re trying to accomplish and join you on your ride.

-Kelsi

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