October 6, 2013
This is my big brother and I at a Penn State game in Happy Valley a few weeks ago. We were with my best friend & her family and I couldn’t help thinking “how great would it be to have our parents and family here?”
But it’ll never happen. My dad passed away when I was fifteen–twenty-five years ago, September twenty ninth.
There is a loss I’ll always feel in my life. Not just because we’ll never be all together in my favorite place on earth but that we’ll never all be together.
My dad used to always tell me how smart I was. “You can do anything you want!” He’d say, and I believed him.
I’ll always feel a huge empty space where he should reside in my life, but I’m thankful he granted me an immeasurable gift.
August 17, 2013
This popped up from a friend’s feed on Facebook the other day and rings so true. What we allow to happen every day is up to us.
When is the last time I questioned why/who/how?
Whether in a corporate or entrepreneurial role, keeping this mantra front-of-mind is key.
I once knew a project manager who confided in me, “I get all the tough, detailed projects thrown my way because they know I’ll say yes.”
I responded, “If they’re not interesting or meaningful to you, given you have a choice without risking your job, why say yes?”
When I owned Richmondmom.com people would often comment (particularly early-on), “I think that’s already being done” to which I responded “but not like we’ll do it!” The new owners seem to hold that same fresh outlook, and I love it.
When I first drafted Richmond Rocks I thought: I’ve never written a book before, but now’s as good a time as any to start. If I allowed negative thinking to halt my dream, this book that is now in the hands of thousands of Richmond kids simply wouldn’t exist.
If we allow mediocrity to persist and resist our inner desires to build our dreams, we’re allowing frustration & creative suppression to continue.
No behavior/statement/sentiment has to continue on unless we want to let it–not competitors, nay-Sayers and most of all, doubters.
June 4, 2013
My six-year old daughter is a Girl Scout and last Friday we walked the Richmond Diamond to honor them.
These little, boisterous, exhausting, fascinating wonders joined hands–many of them barely “knowing” each other well after meeting bi-weekly this school year, yet considering themselves friends just the same.
I love the way they held hands. It’s sort of like the way I virtually held hands with my Richmondmom.com team, writing with and for me and having never or rarely met in person.
A friendship that shares a common bond yet not a daily interaction for a common goal, in friendship. How beautiful.