Smiling in the Rain

FullSizeRender (4)I’ve decided I am an emotional person.

Ok, I’ve known it all along. But lately I seem to have trouble keeping the tears from filling my eyes. Last night, they didn’t fall, but I had a lump in my throat all evening.

We went to see Chicago, a band I fell in love with in college in the early 70’s. I was prepared to be disappointed. Last month we heard another “oldie” in concert, and unfortunately she had lost her voice and her enthusiasm for performing.

The evening started under gray, cloudy skies that opened up as we stood in line for 30 minutes. Our paper bag (dumb idea) melted as David tried to juggle our sandwiches, chips, and wine, the picnic we had planned to eat outdoors at Wolf Trap before the concert. By the time we were able to enter the gates, we were soaked. Luckily we found a bench to spread our mostly wet towel on.

I was seconds away from saying, “let’s go home,” when the sun came out. We stayed, and I’m so glad I did.

From the minute the horns started, I could feel myself awash in memories. Of college. Of boyfriends. Of broken hearts and best friends. Music does that to me. The tears didn’t fall, but watching these guys in their 60’s blast fabulous music made me feel a little younger– and appreciative that they are still giving it their all.

It made me believe I can too.

Creating Custom- But No Weddings!

When I first started letterpress printing, I wasn’t sure which direction I would go. I love working in wood, metal, and polymer. But I knew one thing I didn’t want to do– weddings!! So I assumed I wouldn’t want to do custom work of any kind.fruit

I’ve been pleasantly surprised to find I LOVE doing prints and cards for people. I’ve had many people ask for specific quotes or themes, and it’s been great fun to work them out.

Here are two about to head out the door! Fruits and veggies for our local organic grocery story, Kickshaws, and a quote card for a fellow artist.

Who knew I’d have so much fun?

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Connections

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Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What? You, too? I thought I was the only one.”
C.S. Lewis

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I’ve had several of these moments lately, and each time I feel myself sighing in gratitude. Opening up to friends takes some courage, but when we realize we are all doing the best we can, life somehow seems a little easier.

 

The Waiting

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One of the benefits of getting older is realizing that one has less time ahead than behind. I am beginning to come to terms with that.

The other realization is we can’t wait to “be picked.” Actually I learned this almost 12 years ago, when I first began finding and then creating community online. Nearly every opportunity I’ve had– professionally and personally– has been because I reached out and said “why not?”

Whether it was starting my running blog in 2004 and finding myself in a solid community of supportive runners, or reaching out to an online teaching community and spending years learning and growing together, these moments when I say “pick me” usually result in a fantastic experience. Most recently I made a connection with Mary Anne Radmacher, and we are going to partner on a small project. As Mary Anne says, “everything is possible.”

Not every opportunity comes to fruition. But that’s ok, too. Because if we never try, we may wait forever.

I’ve not always been the first to put my hand up. As an introvert, my tendency is to hold back and hope someone finds my work. But over the years, I’ve been able to put my discomfort with being discovered aside. Rejection isn’t easy, for sure. Nor is failure. But I know if I want to move in a certain direction, the only one who can get me there– is me.

It’s a cultural instinct to wait to get picked. To seek out the permission and authority that comes from a publisher or talk show host or even a blogger saying, “I pick you.” Once you reject that impulse and realize that no one is going to select you–that Prince Charming has chosen another house–then you can actually get to work. ~Seth Godin