They say the devil's in the details, but the details have always seemed divine to me...
Welcome back, @causeascene. Nashville's better with you in it. 👊🏼
Friday afternoon work vibes...
Pep talks in the bathroom...
It has both oatmeal AND peaches, which makes this a totally acceptable breakfast. Totally.
Joy and grief hold hands, and embracing one means acknowledging the presence of the other.
When you’re as sentimental as I am, everything has meaning attached to it. Places. Songs. Sounds. Smells. Dates. Sometimes that’s a gift; other times, a burden. When everything comes laced with memories and significance and lingering moments of time gone by, it forces me to live in the uncomfortable tension of joy and grief, life and loss…
Being fully present in my now means being willing to embrace my then. It’s not either/or. It’s both/and.
So I lean into the juxtaposition of that which brings me happiness as well as heartache. Here’s to grabbing joy and grief’s hands, and dancing it out… together.
Happy St. Paddy’s Day, friends!
She decided her life would be a compilation of verbs.
So she went.
We raise our glasses to those who have lived before us, who resisted injustice, who lived and loved despite challenges and oppression. We raise our glasses to those we’re sharing a meal with tonight. May our time together nourish our bodies, strengthen our resistance, remind of us of our worthiness, and gift us with compassion for ourselves and others. We raise our glasses to the daily act of living — to surviving, to thriving, to choosing to find joy in the struggle. We raise our glasses to radical hospitality, to unity in diversity, and to revolutionary love. Cheers! #100days100dinners
The house is ready. Sauce is simmering. Handouts created, printed, and cut. || Here's to an evening of breaking bread and building bridges. #100days100dinners
A L W A Y S
Equal rights for others does not mean less rights for you. It's not pie.
First I drink the coffee. Then I do the things.
Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement. // Albert Camus //
Tonight I was asked to recall my first memory of injustice. Tonight I listened as an Imam quoted Jesus while sharing his response to heartbreaking injustice in his own life. Tonight I broke bread as well as walls. Tonight I was reminded yet again of the incredible power of story and vulnerability.
Don't let the randomness of the photo fool you. This #100days100dinners evening was remarkable.
Some days just call for a little meat & three action...
Fighting ostrich syndrome hard today. I just wanna curl up in The Big Easy and ignore the world for a while. Anyone with me?
Life is too short and too messy not to celebrate the wins when they come.
The freelance life is certainly lonely at times, but flying solo doesn’t have to mean flying alone. I am so thankful for my weekly gathering with these strong women—all creative, entrepreneurial badasses in their own right—who encourage, challenge, and inspire me in work and in life. What we sometimes lack by not having coworkers with whom to celebrate work wins is more than made up for by sharing mimosas together to honor one another’s victories.
(And the random conference table wires just seem to be the perfect depiction of the mess that is real life... and how we've chosen to simply celebrate in the midst of it all.)
Cheers @hilarybarnett! Here’s to YOU and to more “good days”… great parking spaces and all. 🥂