Though I’ve been absent, my brain has been mulling. Churning to the point where I can no longer avoid talking to you because of some bad experience blogging for an internet marketing business that’s not worth it’s weight in chewed on Styrofoam cups.
UNPAID INTERNSHIPS = FREE LABOR at least in my case
(also my right hand kinda goes cold and numb if I type too long. Boo for that.) Regardless I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m letting that crap hold me back from doing something I actually love. Write, even if just for the hell of it.
So much has changed since last we spoke!
- I’ve moved into the best apartment ever in Andersonville, Chicago, with the most fabulous landlord that wears sparkly earmuffs and Monkee’s tshirts. She’s fantastic.
- I have new doctors actually making an effort to figure me out. Crackly mold lungs, super sleepiness, short term memory loss, numb right hand etc, all on the table for dissection. (edit: Both my shoulders are jacked up making it hard to type for very long… so blogs might take a min as I have to stop every time I can no longer feel my fingers. Just saying.)
Coors brew plant. Not all our drinks, I swear.
- Have the best boyfriend ever. Ever. My mother calls him a gift from God even though she hasn’t met him yet.
- I’m learning a lot about the needs of the communities on Chicago’s South Side and developing ideas to help give the youth there a voice of their own outside their limited environment.
- Oh, and I learned to knit. It’s fun, and I give most of it away to kids who needed some warmth during this last year’s polar vortex crap. Seriously, my hair froze.
The point is, I’m back. I love this and I love talking with you, so I don’t intend on going anywhere soon.
Next blog, trying to save my friend from death by selling everything I make on Etsy. It’s a thought right?
so this is something I make pretty frequently.
Let me know what you think about that last thing, or if you have a physical therapist that accepts Medicaid. Seriously.
I need input. Talk to me people.
Weirdness and best intentions.
“No one has ever become poor by giving.”
― Anne Frank, diary of Anne Frank
How did I miss this Chicago?!?!?! There was a Mini Makers Faire here on May 18th on the North Side (where I happen to live) and I somehow missed it. Why? Maybe I live in a little bubble of my own that includes me, my computer, the cats, and a bunch of tea. If that is true I should be ashamed, but if not, this thing was definitely not well publicized.
The artsy craftsy scene is this town is pretty prevalent, as is every other niche you could possible want to wiggle your way into, but I think it needs to work a little harder. This is festival season people! The only reason I am a bit perturbed is that I looked at the other cities that held similar events, including my old hometowns, and I was for once jealous of the people who still live there. Bay Area, Orange County, San Luis Obispo, they all had one large or multiple events.
Bay Area Faire
This thing even reaches internationally.
Victoria BC… we’re letting Canada beat us people.
Chicago, how did we fall behind! Someone gather up some gumption and do it again, I’ll help I promise.
Do it big. Do it right.
And don’t do it in Wicker Park, the hipsters would bum everyone out.
With all of the stress I put myself through over jobs, money, etc. I forget how blessed I am to have what’s in my life already. I am so lucky to have my family and my little ones safe and in my life. This woman finding her dog in the middle of her home’s wreckage serves as a reminder that we should be grateful daily for that which we have not lost.
“Gratitude bestows reverence…..changing forever how we experience life and the world.”
― John Milton
And then there’s this:
My good friend Philip sent me this after making me grumpy one day, it’s pretty much everything I needed to miss him even more. Enjoy.
You’ve heard it called by a few different names, but no matter how you phrase it, the concept of suspended or pending coffee is a great one.
If you’ve been out of the loop, a suspended coffee is the act of paying for an additional cup of coffee along with your daily order. This extra dollar or so is produced later as donation in the form of a cup of coffee for a stranger in need of a boost. It is the best kind of charity. Anonymous.
It began in working class Naples, Italy (some say during the first World War) as caffè sospeso. Since then this traditional act of kindness has spread through the EU and into the States. Skeptic that I am, I felt that it would be really easy to get cheated by the cafes, especially when paying cash, but it has been reportedly handled with impressive social responsibility and integrity.
A reliable sense that we will be treated as we treat others is something I am trying to believe in. I must admit however, that there are times when I am less than hopeful for our future. Every time a see another report about how I live in the Murder Capital of the US I hesitate when leaving the house knowing that there is a small chance that I am not safe. These small moments of charity give me hope. I want to run into Starbucks and yell “Sharing caffeine is ingenious!” at the barista. And truly it is.
Sometimes a small act that one doesn’t even remember afterward can be the huge difference between hope and despair or life and death for another person, because some say everything and everyone are connected somehow… A smile, a “good morning,” a free coffee: who knows what kind gesture will touch another soul and kindle a flame of inspiration and transformation?” (Ortuoste, Jenny, “Random Acts of Coffee.” Manila Standard Today.com Apr. 04, 2013.)
So tomorrow, when you grab your next cup to charge your neurons before work, think about how little it would affect you to leave an extra buck for a pending no-frills cup-o-joe, and talk to your community cafes about shedding some light on humanity’s good side by implementing this simple system. Check out this video then download the free sticker below and see what you can do to improve the mood of your neighborhood.
Because it’s not about how it makes you look, it’s about restoring hope in yourself and giving simple joy to others.