Long Distance. The Dream and a Weekend.

When my husband and I were dating over 20 years ago, we lived in two cities a couple of hours apart.  Our long distance relationship lasted a little less than two years before circumstances and geography migrated into the same place.  During those years apart, Fridays were cherished and anticipated.  It was more than just looking forward to the weekend, it was the day we could be together and reconnect.  Sundays goodbyes were tough and sometimes I could get him to stay until Monday morning even though it meant leaving before sunrise.

When I began jotting my memories of those years, I asked my husband if he had fond memories of that blip in our history.  Lucky for me, he did.  "There was something special about seeing you only on the weekends.  There wasn't much time so I cherished every moment."

Isn't that just the sweetest?

So much SWOON.


Not long ago John Mayer released my new favorite song called LOVE ON THE WEEKEND and I promise you it captures our long distance love affair like John himself interviewed the two of us before making it.  It's so unfortunate that Mayer is not one of my "Famous Feathers" stories. (If you haven't checked out that tab on my blog, you should.  It's a fun look behind the scenes hanging out with a few celebrities.) John Mayer is touring and coming to a venue near me in August of this year.  I am putting positive mojo into the universe calling in the vibes that I can see him perform.  And since God loves me, maybe it'll work out that I can meet him too... ya' know...for research.

Mayer's LOVE ON THE WEEKEND is so dreamy and smooth and for me, sparks magic of the heart.  It musically paints images of wide cloudless skies, open sunroofs and holding hands over the stick shift.  Twenty years ago, Fridays ushered in all the new love feels, the butterflies and heart skipping anticipation.  This song reminds me of what it felt like to be young(er), crazy in love and have a guy willingly drive two hours just to see me.  Funny how when I think of all his trips up and down I-75, it reminds me to search for one of Mayer's classics WHY GEORGIA WHY.  I should buy that one too while I'm on my the music app listening to LOVE ON THE WEEKEND (on repeat.)

Our long distance relationship story made me think about the roads we travel and the distances we're willing to go for love or passion.  It seems easier to take those roads when you know exactly what you want.  Like that beautiful scene in Good Will Hunting, when Matt Damon's character mirrors back the same words Robin Williams character told him, "I gotta' see about a girl."  Plans and circumstances may change but when you have a girl on your heart and mind, there's not a road you won't take to be with her.  Urban Dictionary says that "see about a girl" could be anything that's important to you.

But what about the roads that are less swoon, more grief?  Less passion but more obligation.  I bet many of us would probably admit we have that ONE road we travel (figuratively or otherwise) back and forth, winding the same curves, beating the same path as if the road will miraculously lead us to another destination.  But we dead end into our round trips so much that our path has ruts in it.  We go from one end to the other, then back again with the familiar scenery, same autopilot turns, even the blind drive that warns us to slow down ahead.  My problem (it's cute that I'm pretending there's only one) is that my dead ends and road blocks are my own.  The road circles with my panicked imagination and self imposed limitations. I'm a rat in a maze that I build in my head.

But taking the road LESS traveled and having the guts to get on a highway that doesn't have street lights or large green road signs can generate that love struck awe filled anticipation we've been missing.  We have no idea where we are going, what problems we'll encounter, who we'll face or if the experience is going to be positive.  We always think we have time.  Tomorrow I can accomplish great things, because it'll be a fresh start.  Next month I will be free of (insert whatever responsibility here), so then I'll be able tackle my goals.  As soon as I pay off (insert whatever debt here), then I can afford the education I need to reach my accreditation.  When I'm not so tired (insert whatever exhaustion here), I'll be able to dedicate my energy to this passion.

The time is now.  It's time to fall in love with whatever you're putting off and get the butterflies back in your stomach.  Your goals aren't high enough if they don't scare you.  If your heart's not hammering with anticipation, be braver, go deeper.  What's the new career path you want to take?  Where's the passion you've pushed off the stove so far that it's not even on the back burner?  When are you going to launch that philanthropy you've always wanted?  Who are you going to show your new skill?  What class are you going to take about something you've always wanted to learn but you were afraid to try?  If you don't have doubts and you're not scared then your goals aren't high enough.

It's time to drive the long distance for what sets you on fire.  I wish for each of you the anticipation of working Friday through Sunday on that "THING" you want until you can have it for the rest of your life, every day of the week.

What's your dream?  What's the song that reminds you to go for it?

Go see about the girl.  Go find love on the weekend.