Happy Friday! So much going on at Gold Shoe HQ. In a nutshell: 70s revised, Italian honeymoons and a major new writing project** on the horizon.
A concerted effort to revitalize downtown has continued to flourish, with Palofox Street at the center; the opening of a beautiful minor league stadium/the Pensacola Wahoos, and a slew of new cultural offerings.
I love the chance to come into alignment with my purpose. This morning, walking in my neighborhood and writing in my kitchen, and planning travel and stories for the summer -- none of it would be possible if I was living half-asleep. Being awake is difficult and painful at times, but it's the only away I can get into true alignment. It's a remarkable feeling, and I wish it for everyone.
I really dig this. First: having a maker event in multiple cities makes it accessible. (Franklin, Atlanta and Louisville are next.)
And while I don't a ton of names on this list, I'm looking forward to seeing what they have to offer. It's another good event to add to our maker community (Southern Makers moves here this August; Make Bhm recently celebrated its grand opening).
We're a community of makers -- and a region of makers too. I do love watching the evolution of it. See you in Birmingham this weekend?
Not a year would go by, when, at Memorial Day, I didn’t mention this to a friend. “What would an actual summer be like as an adult?” One where I didn’t have to get up at midnight to jockey for a place in line at myraid a day camp -- knights in training, water play. He didn’t mind those camps when he was smaller, but got restless with the monotony of it all. I did too, often times wondering if there wasn’t a better way as I pulled away from the YMCA, or sped toward it to make pickup time.
Hi! There is so much going on here at Gold Shoe HQ. In the middle of all of the changes afoot, I thought I start doing a weekly roundup of what's going on, and the things I'm into each week. This first one is running on a Monday, but I might switch things up as the week goes on. Let's jump in, shall we?
I think we’re all together in this, and I’d like my media sisters and brothers to step up in considering how they frame the alcohol narrative.
I bare them now in the hopes of encouraging other women. One of the greatest gifts of the past few months has been to begin to work with women who are confronting the wounds buried in their heart muscles. Out of self, into service -- it's part of the deep healing.
More to surrender, more to release. Every day I'm thankful to be guided to the source of the pain, and of the healing.
I've been thinking a lot about graduation. Because I sort of just graduated myself. There was no cap and gown, or cake, or engraved picture frame. There was no, "Do you have your roommates picked out for the dorm," or "What is your major going to be?"
In the biggest graduations, there usually isn't any of this.
When Nikki Myers identifies herself in public, she says she always starts by saying "Hi, I'm Nikki, and I'm a recovering _____" (alcoholic, love addict, spending addict, etc.) Then she goes on to say that she has an MBA, is a mother, a grandmother, a yoga therapist, and an author. The founder of Yoga of 12 Step Recovery says she'll say the same thing whether she is speaking to people in recovery, or the United Nations, which she will do soon. "While all of those things inform my walk in the world, none of them define me." We can be so many things all at once -- we are so many things all at once -- why not just claim them? Our "ands."
If this had happened earlier in my life, I would have gone straight to a bar. I would have beat myself up. But recovery has shown me another way. Last night, through my tears, I took off my stifling black pants, changed into leggings, and drove to the closest meeting, where I was comforted and supported. Where I got to tell people: one of my greatest fears came true today, and I did not have to drink.
Beyond the shoemaker's children, I often think about what, by writing, can I add to the conversation? There's just so much noise. So many influencers. So much media.
Where do I exist in the mix? How do I use my limited energy to tell the stories I need to tell? What are they?