6 June, 2016  |   1 Comment

100 Graces, all caught up

I spent last week in North Carolina for training – it was gorgeous and the people were very, very nice. This means I have a grateful dump for you today.

Wait. That didn’t come out right.

What I mean to say is that I’ve posted all the rest of the #100graces to catch up. Now I can post one on Instagram every day going forward. I love you all.

34_good-wine

34/100

35_scotland

35/100

36_thinkthrice

36/100

37_sound-of-music

37/100

38_table

38/100

This year I’m researching creativity. From the artist side, the only important part is to keep working, every day. But a regular day for me at this time in my life doesn’t always give me a chance to work it out.  Sometimes, I get a big chunk of time and that’s how I force it through. Sometimes, I don’t have any time at all, no matter my priorities.

When creativity experts have day jobs, they’re a hell of a lot more believable.

39_chicken

39/100

44_relax

40/100

40_with-friendship

41/100

43_CORN

42/100

41_mega-feast

43/100

Mostly, the hardest part for me is feeling like I have something to say. That I have a point of view.

This is hard.
Because as a ladyperson, I’m trained to agree with whatever everyone else wants to do.

This is hard.
Because I’ve been argued down again and again so that forty years later, the agreeable is the only thing I know.

42_daily-bread

44/100

45_itworks

45/100

46_belly

46/100

48_burns

47/100

49_fuel

48/100

47_sunshine

49/100

Damn it. Oprah is right.
Taking time to be thankful,
to boil these blessings down into pithy sayings,
it HELPS.

I quit obsessing on the things I’ve screwed up.
I quit obsessing about all the people I have to argue with.
I quit obsessing about everything I’ve left undone.

(Yo ho ho.)

 

23 May, 2016  |   Comment

100 Graces

Hello! If you follow me on Instagram, you know I’m taking part in the 100 Days project from Elle Luna. Thanks to a trip to Green Bay, Mom 2.0 and a new job (!!!) I got a little behind.

No matter! Instead of clogging your Insta-feed with pre-meal graces, I’m catching up here.
Thanks for indulging me!

23_blessings
23/100

24_universe
24/100

25_negativity
25/100

26_clap 27_strong
26/100

28_earth
27/100

22 March, 2016  |   3 Comments

Crownberry Day

01_crownberry

Tuffenbee woke early. It was crownberry day – she would need the extra time.

Every six weeks, Tuffenbee needed to get the berries on her head refreshed in a long process.

That’s how it was in Beepaland. For as long as anyone could remember, every egg-laying Beepa kept 15 crownberries on her head at all time.

02_tuffenbee

The berries had to be fresh.
The berries had to be placed just so.
The berries had to be in perfect condition.

Every six weeks, Tuffenbee woke early to get to the salon. The salon was where the Pincerpaws replaced crownberries.

03_pincerpaws

Beepas didn’t have hands like the Pincerpaws. Beepas paid the Pincerpaws to replace their crownberries. It cost nearly two hundred dollars for fifteen berries!
Can you imagine?

Tuffenbee was trying to save her money for a vacation at the beach. She was saving four hundred dollars for a vacation just by herself.

Every six weeks, Tuffenbee walked to the berry salon. She put the five dollars she would have spent on the bus in a jar. She couldn’t wait to save enough money for that vacation.

05_money-jar

When she got to the salon, Tuffenbee paid $200 to the Pincerpaws, sat down on the log and prepared for several hours of boredom.

It’s not that replacing her crownberries hurt, it was just boring. Tuffenbee had a lot of things she’d rather be doing.

06_tuffenbee-salon

Tuffenbee just wanted to put her feet up and relax for the night. Being an egg-laying Beepa meant that sometimes, you needed some extra rest.

01_crownberry

Six weeks later Tuffenbee woke early.

in-jar

Tuffenbee put the five dollars she would have spent on the bus in a jar.

tuffenbee-rounds-corner

Tuffenbee walked to the berry salon.

After rounding her first corner, Tuffenbee came face to face with a group of Beepas. These were the kind of Beepas that didn’t have to get crownberries replaced every six weeks. These were the kind of Beepas that didn’t lay eggs every month.

beepa_assault

This group of Beepas yelled at Tuffenbee,

“HEY YOU, YOU! YOU SHOULD SMILE YOU KNOW,
YOU WOULD LOOK EVEN BETTER IF YOU SMILED!
SMILE!”

Before Tuffenbee knew what she was doing, she yelled back at the Beepas, “HEY YOU! YOU SHOULD STOP YELLING AT ME TO SMILE! MAYBE I DON’T WANT TO SMILE”

after-beepa

Tuffenbee felt so confused and scared, she ran for several blocks before she could sit down and take many big breaths to calm herself.

By the time she’d slowed her heart, she realized she’d missed her appointment.

tuffenbee-on-bench

In that moment she said to herself,

“Just wait a minute! Just because I lay the eggs doesn’t mean I have to get crownberries on my head. Who cares if my berries look like everyone else’s? I’m going to let them fall out on their own and see what happens. “

Tuffenbee went home, put her two-hundred dollars in a jar and felt happier than she had in years.

05_money-jar

Yes, it’s true, over the next six weeks, the berries rotted and fell off her head.  Tuffenbee worked hard to keep her head clean and berry-free.

Six weeks later, she put another two hundred dollars in a jar.

She laid her egg, put her feet up for the night and planned her vacation at the beach for next month.

04_tuffenbee-walks

15 March, 2016  |   2 Comments

Look Inside My Passion Hole

I'm on the moooooooon!

I wanted to write every day last month.
Then I didn’t.

There have been a lot of moments like that in the past year. Got a smidge of the mid-life crisis, suddenly thrown into a panic about what the hell was I even doing.

What was I even doing?

I’ve battled professional ennui for about 2 years, but this was a full-blown seizing up. I couldn’t get projects done, I was always busy with nothing happening. On top of that, my trademark enthusiasm had dried up.  The meatball on top of my spaghetti of inaction was the fear that my career in digital marketing won’t age well. 

I was stuck.

In January, at Alt Summit, I sat down for a creative consultation with Dayle at Number 4 Design Studio. After my verbal wallow, Dayle looked me square in the eye and said, “You are getting old and you don’t have much time.”

It was true. And terrifying.

Dayle gave me a few topics to research, a few projects to complete and a deadline of March 15 to figure it all out. I’m thrilled to say that’s a deadline I met. I spent a lot of time to research my interests to find a clear direction and I’ve uncovered my enthusiasm again.

Did you know that sometimes you have to research your passion? I didn’t. I thought that it just bubbled up from inside my passion hole. Turns out looking into my passion hole hasn’t been too productive. Getting out and interviewing friends and acquaintances about their jobs, lives and hobbies was.

Changing course is scary, especially when family finances in Northern California are such a burden. But the thing that’s surprised me is that having taken the pressure off my job to deliver my life’s passion, I’m a much better worker.

I’ll be sharing some of the steps I took to figure it all out in the hopes that it can help you too. 

(Ha! And now I know better than to promise something every day.)

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