I haven't been posting. I know, I know... I think I always say that in my posts, but mostly because I'm going through a bit of a rough patch at the moment. More like a briar patch, and it's raining salt, and it's 3 a.m. and I'm completely naked! O: If that wasn't enough to frighten you out of your bones...
After nine years, I think it's time to move on. It feels like a divorce. This time, I'm peacing grease and moving myself. I've been living here in this sweet old house in South Greensburg since senior year of undergrad, with a one-year exception. After a year, Tash and I moved to East Pittsburgh Street. We rented the third floor of a mammoth house. It wasn't too bad, since we are the shorter type of girls. Ha. The shower's ceiling was slanted, so that we had to bend over to get our heads under the water.
It was kind of like a nightmare, but that is another tale for another time.
Now for the goods...
Today at work, I got a tweet from a lovely fan of our company. She has her own blog and was inquiring about doing a giveaway with our product. This isn't something super new or anything, but I had her shoot me an email with the deets—what she was looking to do, the web address of her blog, all that fun stuff. When she responded back with the info, it took me a while to get to her email.
It was near the end of the day when I did. I clicked the link to her blog and as I began to scroll, I came across a photo that intrigued me. It was my handwriting. On a piece of paper. But where? And was I just going nutty? I started to read and as I did—it clicked!
See, a while back, I got the sudden urge to be sweet. I was at my favorite hotspot—Starbucks—and taking a pee. (Don't the strangest moments of enlightenment happen on or around the toilet? Ha!) As I was washing my hands, I gazed up at myself in the mirror. It's no secret that I don't look in the mirror often. My coworkers have commented, frequently, on the state of my hair, the uncoordinated colors and patterns of my clothing, the blotches of paint on my skin... I loathe it, in fact! There are, on the other end of the spectrum, times I've come home with a huge smudge of pen ink on my cheek or a bit of lunch between my front teeth. I don't like looking!
Typically I'm a hot mess. See photo.
So in a maniac mode of sorts, I flew out of the bathroom (after I washed those hands, of course!) and ripped off a scrap of paper from my Moleskin, jotting down thehttp://bit.ly/NGBnUD words:
You're beautiful. I promise. Look again.
And this wonderful local (Frugal Foodie Mama) snapped a picture of it. Read the story here!
Inspired by this, she started a little note-leaving herself. She found a great project going on calling Operation Beautiful, in the process.
Success! I want to digress with a note about how important the small things can be, but we know this. Even a smile can change a life. I beleeeedat. Now it's time to move some boxes.
Leave some notes, people! (:
