We met in junior high, at a track meet where he was the fastest 800m runner I had ever seen. I knew he had a thing for me when I teased him about something and he spit his mouthful of carrots on me. (I know, right?)
In high school, we were the only two sophomores in an AP US history class, so naturally the teacher thought we should study together.
He got spooked. Told me we weren’t dating.
I told him that was dumb.
So we dated. Then during our senior year of high school, we weren’t dating anymore. We graduated, went our separate ways for several years, but kept in (snarky) contact via letters. Yes, real letters. Not email.
When we finally met up again, we were dating within a month, and married within 6. It sounds fast when I put it that way, but really? It had been a long time coming.
As of this spring, I’ve known him more than half my life.
As the years go by, I realize more and more how lucky I am. He’s my sounding-board. My stability. He bends when I am stubborn. Gives when I take. Isn’t afraid to say no. And yes. Encourages my dreams. Makes them possible. Works hard. Doesn’t complain. Humors my crazy.
He even brings me Heath Klondike Ice cream bars when he runs late night errands. (And if that’s not love, what is?)
I didn’t get 4 done like I was hoping this week. Only three. But at least that puts me at making positive progress, not getting more behind. At this rate I’ll be caught up by week 11, which is still fine by me.
I’m starting to wonder if I should incorporate some solids in here. Some of these blocks could stand to have a bit more contrast, or perhaps just a showing off of a single print at a time. I wonder, would it look weird to start throwing some solids in now?
April’s total blocks made: 7
How many to catch up: 5
It was a long night. With two little sickies and a thunderstorm, I think they were up at least every hour. You all know that kind of night, for whatever reason: kids, insomnia, stress, weather, illness. You also know I bet, what the morning feels like after one of those nights.
Scratchy eyes, oversensitive ears, a temperament that’s less than pleasant, everything is overwhelming.
Kind of Exactly like you’re walking around trying to be conscious while your body is still asleep. It takes a while to wake up on these mornings.
I’ve been thinking about this concept though, in the creative arena. How it takes a while to “wake up,” so to speak.
As a business owner, I’m fairly new to the scene. My first patterns were just released last fall. I’ve been to market once. I’m still in that “just waking up” phase in regards to meeting people, blogging, and marketing. Taxes make my eyes hurt, and my temperament less-than-pleasant. My ears can get oversensitive to other people’s opinions, and yes, things can get overwhelming sometimes.
In other arenas, though, I feel like I’m fully awake (finally!). I’ve been designing things for others for years, but am finally hitting my stride and solidifying my own style. I’m in a place where I like what I design, and know what I don’t like, even if it’s popular. My ears aren’t as worried about criticism these days, and my eyes can pick out what’s not working pretty quickly. Designing makes me happy, especially when I can really take the time to do it just right. I do still get overwhelmed on occasion, but it’s not a constant state anymore, and it’s not a despairing overwhelmed, it’s a life-is-so-full overwhelmed. (My darling friend Sarah just talked about this, here). When I feel like that, my sweetheart Jacob will always remind me to just do one thing at a time, intentionally, and with focus. Whatever the most important thing is.
Oh, and assigning all the Quickbooks work to Jacob.
Maybe that’s the solution in both the “I haven’t had enough sleep” mornings, and the early mornings of a new endeavor. Take it one thing at a time, on purpose. Step-by-step, waking up a little more with each action.
You know what I mean?
Phone picture. Obviously.
A blue raspberry pina colada Sno cone, a barbecue, a carnival, fireworks, and a whole lot of Popsicles. I ask you. What could be better than the 4th of July?
Freedom to do all these things, and the safety and security I have always known living in this amazing country, that’s what.
Happy Independence Day, United States. I sure do love ya.