My little sister has a friend who put together a really fabulous project last year:
Start date: 1/1/2012. Record a lesson learned each and every day.
It’s a simple-to-digest and enjoyable read, and I’ve found myself going back to it time and time again as I considered and reconsidered some of the points she brings up as her “lesson learned” of the day. I found many of lessons inspirational, as well as beautiful in their simplicity and vulnerable honesty. This was my favorite lesson by far, with this one coming in a close second.
Maybe it will inspire you today, too.
I was reading one of my favorite celeb gossip column sites, Dlisted.com, when lo and behold, I saw the above photo of Officer Mirabal on this article, and did a double-take. Remember my stern Latina trolley officer? Officer Mirabal could be her mother, her also-amazingly-lip-lined mother.
Since I was a little kid, I’ve always waited until the 5th day of a new year to make any resolutions. Given my usual tardiness to life, this is probably not surprising; however, my thought is that five days into a new year is when the previous year starts to seem like the past, and the current year starts to seem like a reality.
To be honest, I normally skip the resolutions; my main priority in life is my relationship with the people I love, and I don’t need a resolution to remind me of how much they mean to me. The only resolution I’ve made in the last few years has been to be more on time, and all I managed to do was arrive slightly more on schedule while simultaneously making my friends late, too. Sorry, guys…
This year, though, I’m taking on a huge resolution, and it’s one I am dedicated to accomplishing. Continue reading
The full story is to come, and for now…
I’m in Cork City, Ireland, sitting in a wrought-iron bed, wrapped up in a comforter, taking advantage of a lull in my whirlwind experience in Ireland. I’m thinking of home, and wanted to say a quick thank-you to someone who has helped me receive many compliments over here.
The Saturday before I left for Ireland, I treated myself to a shellac manicure at Salon 109 in downtown Albany that would last me the entire 16 days I would be away. My poor manicurist Toni ended up arriving an hour late after a morning full of flat tires and fiascos, and in the end the manicure was complimentary to make up for the inconvenience.
I love this salon; between the great conversation and extremely considerate staff, I feel like I’m having a mini-vacation with friends instead of going to “get a service” done. I’m writing this a full week later, and my nails look as lovely as they did the day I had them done. Thanks, Toni, and thanks to the salon owner Mary for taking care of me!
Also, here’s an Irish rainbow over residential Cork City for the menfolk who don’t understand the extra little bit of happy having nice nails brings to my day.
I’m fortunate enough to have some wonderful, crafty people in my life, people who help me out when I need a hand and who hand-make gorgeous items for me to cherish always.
Wonderful & Crafty Person #1: My friend Kate, featured in the geocaching post and in the most recent NYC post, is a talented amateur photographer who volunteered to help me do a photo shoot for Wonderful & Crafty Person #2, my friend Shirneen of ChubbaBubba’s Blankets, who is a quilter and textile magician. If it can be sewn or stitched, Shirneen can make it, and if it can be captured on digital film, Kate’s got it covered.
Please enjoy the pictures of me enjoying the fruits of their labor. Tee hee
Want to read about more adventures? I always appreciate & welcome a cup of coffee to keep the adventure juices flowing (and funded)!