The first time I read Frankl’s book was in college– in 1970. I remember not fully understanding what he went through nor what his words meant. I was a kid, and not too thoughtful.
It would be years later when this quote would resonate. Nothing, nothing I have gone through compares to his life. But his attitude and philosophy help me realize that so much of what we face can be tempered by changing our thoughts about it.
It is, often, the only way.
Being a badass is not the advice you necessarily want to give to a son or daughter.
Yet, I wish I’d been told this when I was growing up. Actually, I equate being a badass with not caring so much what others think of you, standing up for yourself.
I’ve struggled with this my entire life. It’s not an easy trait to change. So, as I often do, I print what I need to see. I’m also experimenting with watercolor washes under the text.
Does it get your attention?
I love New Year’s Day. I love thinking of change, options, ways to be healthy, and ways to grow. Yes, I’m one of those resolution makers.
I have to admit I don’t keep many of them. Or some, I’ve made and dropped and made again. So, in the long run, I’m keeping up.
This year I am considering my eating habits and working on eliminating sugar. I think I’ve tried this every year since I first read Sugar Blues about 100 years ago.
I am also considering adding more reading (fiction) and cutting my screen time. Oh I say I’m reading when I’m staring at my laptop, but glancing at headlines and flitting from page to page really doesn’t count.
Writing– I’m considering designating a time every day to write. See I’ve already started.
And see what I did there? These are all considerations. When I don’t happen to keep them up each day, I will bang my head against the table a little less. I haven’t failed since they weren’t absolute rules.
Speaking of failure. I turn 65 in June. I have a lot to consider before then. So this reading and writing will be a good thing.
I’ll let you know if cutting sugar from my diet was a good thing, too.
I’ve been thinking about what it is I love about letterpress printing. If I’m not printing posters or cards or cleaning/buying type, I am reading about it.
For me, it’s the act of creation. And as much as I love playing around with Illustrator design on my computer, that isn’t where I want to spend my time. I love pulling a print off the press and seeing the ink against a white background tell its story. My walls are covered in words that matter to me.
So when I can’t do the work– like now while I am helping my husband recover from his surgery– I am planning the work.
David is coming along well, and it looks like I’ll be back in the shop in a few days. Can you see me doing my happy dance?