I apologize for the lack of posts recently. Katie and I have been busy trying to get all of our things from California to Oregon. It’s an adventure we’ve been hoping, planning, and dreaming for the last few years. Cheers to a new year and the possibilities, hardships, challenges, triumphs, and learnings that come with it.
Highway 5. Shasta, CA.
This month was a lot of new things for me. A new job, a new phone number (for the first time since high school), and a new car (not just new to me)! Everything has been exciting with a touch of sadness too.
I’m blown away by the new job opportunity, but also a little bummed to be moving on from LEVEL. I learned and grew so much in the last six years. I can’t believe I got such a great job straight out of college, and then was placed on such an esteemed account. I worked with so many awesome people on a variety of challenging projects, and I was given so many opportunities that I never could have imagined getting. There’s been a lot of change in my life recently, which has been hard, but ultimately very good. I’m excited to see what develops in life next.
Baker Beach, was cold, windy, and overcast. It was awesome. Katie and I went up to SF to hang out and visit with a few of our friends. The trip was spontaneous, and Baker Beach was spontaneous. I climbed over a bunch of rocks to get this shot, and Katie did the color correction. This shot is now up in our living room, and it makes me want to go to another cold, windy, and overcast beach. Hopefully soon, if/when life is a little less crazy.
I was introduced to the idea of triggers as being something that made you recall something traumatic in your life, and usually in a way that makes you “over-react” to the thing that triggered the memory in the first place. For instance, not being invited to lunch at work triggers all those memories of not being invited to kindergarten birthday parties. Or something like that, maybe that’s a bad example. But I feel like I have positive triggers too. I yielded to a couple of pedestrians today, one of them was a kid, a boy about eight or nine years old. As he crossed the street, he made eye contact with me, and gave me a little hand wave.
Totally made my day!
I doubt he really thought twice about the gesture, but especially considering a lot of people don’t acknowledge holding doors open, or letting them into your lane, it had a big impact on me. There are so many little things that have a profound impact on me, and I try and find those little things that I can do for other people too. I don’t think I’ll ever know what those little things do or don’t do, but it’s worth a try.
I find that I’m often busy. I fail to take time to appreciate what is going on around me. My friend Christina wrote these words, and they’ve been in my head constantly these last few weeks.
Be very, very still
And savor the moment
Of everything being just right.
I’ll spend the rest of my life thinking about these words, and being encouraged to take time to think, to pause. I think what makes these words even more powerful is that Christina wrote them not that long before she passed away. What remarkable thoughts from a young woman that didn’t have a lot of moments left, and had a lot of reasons to not see things as “being just right.”
But she did see them that way. Even with everything going on, she had this unassailable faith and hope. I’m so blessed to have known her, and to have learned from her. I can say with confidence that I’m a better person for having her friendship.
I think I have this concept in my head that if the dishes aren’t done, the deadlines aren’t hit, or the car doesn’t have gas in it, then things aren’t “just right,” but sometimes they are, despite everything that I do.
My good friend Jay Kim posted some words that he shared at Christina’s memorial service. You can read them here, his words perfectly sum up my feelings.
Some of my thoughts from this weekend, in haiku.
good food with our friends
wandering through the city
happy birthday, love
Father I will always be / That same boy that stood by the sea / And watched you tower over me / now I’m older I want to be the same as you
When I am a dad, dad / I’m gonna be a good dad / Did the best you could, dad / Always understood, dad / Tell me I was right, dad / Opened up my eyes, dad / proud to call you my dad / Thank you for my life dad
Yellowcard “Life of a Salesman”
I’m pretty stoked. The Chase got blogged by two sites that I visit every day. notcot.org posts all kinds of cool design, tech, and art things, and abduzeedo.com posts a lot of design and photography inspiration. Thanks NOTCOT and Abduzeedo for the love!
Many years ago I used to excitedly wait for the clock on my parents double oven to turn 12:34. I would then run around the house celebrating. This was usually followed by lunch. Every so often, I would attempt to share my excitement with my brother, but I’m pretty sure he just thought I was crazy. Other times to look forward to were 1:23, 5:55, and of course 11:11.
So if you had asked me back then what I would me most excited about today, I would have answered 11:11:11 on 11/11/11.
But my first thought upon waking up this morning was “my best friend graduates in exactly six months.”
How things change. Happy 11s day everyone!