When someone asks for the White family’s phone number and email address, rest-assured they can hand them their contact info in style with these personalized business cards for the family…and oh yeah, a matching wall decal too. Such a fun project!
I recently had the honor of designing a Fine Art Photo Album for Millicent Harvey Photography. Millicent spends time with older couples and photographs them, as well as asks questions which are recorded and then used in a keepsake book. Silverbox designs these books and every single time we get a project I’m continuously blown away. Here’s a little snippet from the latest book about Marvin and Rose. They’ve been married for 57 years and are 100 and 99 1/2 years old.
Finally. The weekend of the year that makes my stomach hurt from laughing so hard with a side of free therapy. Don’t ever underestimate the value of your girlfriends.
Today’s to-do list ~
Speaking of the key to life, here are a few samples from one of my favorite sources of daily happiness and life’s simple pleasures, Just Little Things.
Today begins day one of my 125-day marathon training. It’s a keep-your-cap-down and focus only on the steps right in front of you kind of day.
I went out for a run with my daughter yesterday and let myself down, as I couldn’t take more than a five mile run. While she pushed saying I could do it, I had to stop, and essentially quit on my own child. She went on for another seven miles. If that doesn’t hurt your spirit, nothing does. I looked down at my clock the moment I stopped. The dreaded 45 minute mark. It’s such a breaking point for me. Why at 45 minutes, I don’t know. On day one of this training, I still have no idea as to how I’ll be able to run for over four hours let alone 45 minutes.
I decided that I was going to sign up for a full marathon, unknowingly, in the last mile of the 1/2 marathon I ran last year. You see, there is a point in the race where the full and 1/2 marathons runners split. The people running the full go one way and the 1/2 marathoners are yards from the finish. If you can imagine at this split people cheering, the build up, the emotion. It’s all here. What was not comprehendible was the fact that the people continuing to run another 13.1 miles had to hear all of this excitement of “you’re all most there”, “only 500 more yards to go”, “you’ll get to rest in 30 secs”, etc. At that moment I decided to sign up for the impossible.
I will never lessen the value of running and finishing a 1/2 marathon and the feeling I had that day, but I was instantaneously put into a moment of disbelief before I even finished. How in the world can you continue on after hearing all of that pomp and circumstance? To be honest, I still don’t know. The word impossible has been in my mind, but I will let that word depart from my vocabulary today. Today impossible is an opinion. It’s a dare.
So here I am on day one, not sure how this is going to go, can hardly hang onto a 45 minute run, but know that there is something inside all of us that is greater than any challenge.
I’ll be taking one day at a time and staying thankful for the ability to even train. It could be turning 40, but I’m on a mission to feel life a little deeper this year. I hear that crossing the finish line of a marathon will change your life forever. Between family, friends, a running group, and some awesome work clients, I’m pretty sure I have one of the best support teams you can imagine.
In the next 18 weeks I’ll also be compiling a list of 26.2 things that I am grateful for and plan to think of each one of them on their dedicated mile as my feet hit the pavement on November 18th. I’m saving the last 1.2 miles for myself. You don’t get anywhere without respecting yourself first.
This past week while on vacation I had every intention on painting a picture. I arranged the perfect set up by the beach. My paints and brushes, glass of wine and good music. I sat and contemplated as to what to create. I even went as far as asking my Facebook family for suggestions. While they were wonderful, I did end up leaving my week’s vacation with a white canvas in tow.
The evening I got home from vacation, my friend Rich called to touch base about a Color Run we were running in the next morning. As we were chatting he asked what I ended up painting while away. I mentioned that I came home with a blank canvas. He suggested bringing it to the Color Run. What an idea.
The next day I ran my 5K with a canvas in hand. It was truthfully the most fun run I ever had in my lifetime, and the canvas was a huge hit.
While it’s not the canvas image I envisioned, I do know that sometimes you can prepare all you want for the perfect plan, but things may not go your way. Consider that many times the most beautiful (and colorful) things happen when you embrace plan B.
Next week I am trading in my computer mouse for a set of paint brushes. They will not be determined by pixel width, but by the amount of mink at the end of a stick. I’m trading in my computer screen for a canvas, and a titanium MacBook Pro for Titanium White paint. Acrobat will be a cartwheel on the beach. An attachment will be hugging my daughters. I’ll focus, not only through the lens of my camera, but on the people that are so important to me. I’ll run so that I may live harder and breathe deeper. I’ll fly my kite and our Nation’s flag to enjoy life fuller.
An adventure sets us free and helps us see things a little clearer when we return. I’ll be back on the 9th of July with a fresh set of eyes and ideas. Until then, here’s hoping you can get out on a little adventure this summer too.