Things I learned today…
There are 14 shopping days left until my birthday, FYI. (It’s the 18th.)
I think birthdays are a big deal and should be celebrated with gusto! I’m glad my family made a big deal out of birthdays with cake, special dinners, and the whole nine yards. I’ve taken it up a notch (or three!) with my own kids and made their birthdays super special, and I hope they will do the same for their kids.
I really love what I do – all the things. I know I probably have a reputation for being “too busy” or “spread too thin”, and that’s fine. I can live with people thinking that about me, I guess. And from the people who think that, there will most likely be a collective eye roll when I say that I have so much more to do. I’m excited. I have goals. I have wishes and wants. I have moves to make and things to accomplish still. I have a life I’m constantly designing and improving. I have a bucket list full of places to go and see.
I think being surrounded by people who are smarter than you is a big deal. I also think that when you put the right combination of people together, EVERYONE gets their needs met and helps the others succeed. I am working harder than ever to ensure I’m surrounded by skillful, talented, good souls. And when I look around and see that not only are these smart, beautiful people are working around me, I am so grateful that they choose to, believe in what I have created, and want to see it all grow.
For the naysayers…just be happy with what you have, and ignore me. (I swear I mean that with kindness and sincerity. Just blow me off, and forget I exist. I love you just the same.)
Hudson gets groomed tomorrow for the first time, and I can’t wait to see how it turns out. He’s going to be so cute. He’s a turd….but he is cute. So far, his being cute is what has saved his life.
So if I’m highly annoyed when a convoy of redneck boys go racing by the studio with loud trucks, music blaring (literally a speaker mounted on the OUTSIDE of the truck), flags flying, towering antennae whipping, smoke rolling, raising hell, and snorting their pipes, does that mean I’m old? Like “get off my lawn” type old? Because that’s some annoying bullshit.
Oddly, if the same group of boys wanted to hang out near my place and were good dudes (perhaps with a slightly lower volume), I would probably love it and get to know them.
Y’all, I think I have the ability to help people, relate to people, motivate them. Do you think so? I need some feedback. Feel free to comment or PM me about this.
Here’s what I want you to do tomorrow…look extra fabulous. Do the make-up the way you’ve been thinking. Make your hair look extra fluffy. Don’t wear that t-shirt; wear the good leggings with the little dress. Hell, wear a necklace. Fellas, spray on a little extra cologne. Stand up straight, and don’t slouch. Find the good socks. Y’all walk out of the house tomorrow like you own the world. Do it.
That’s all. We learn every day, don’t we?
Amanda Herring, Writer 