I don't even know where to begin. With excitement? Gratitude? How do I even begin to summarize the past month?
I'm a firm believer that life is a series of wake-up calls. Moments to shock your senses. Experiences to catapult you out of monotony. I also know that the cure for anything is hard work and passion.
So maybe that's the summary? Passion? Maybe it's a surprise happy morning in Atlanta to visit Maria and her new home. Maybe the summary is the labor of love that each artist put into their craft at Renegade Craft Fair. Passion is giggling and trading artwork with designers you admire. New friends like Go_rings, kristen salsa juan, the six of cups and lmorganics.
Passion is surely the way Sam and I STILL talk about those fried avocado cones we ate somewhere in Austin. Passion. Taking cues from Texas and believing that bigger is better. Big heart. Big love. Big swinging attempts even if you strike out.
Passion tastes like that cinnamon bun I ate in Tucson. Yep. Gluten free/ dairy free heaven. Inspiration in that Arizona landscape. Freedom for a sadness to turn to anger. and a heartache that got left behind somewhere before making it to the west coast. Because those California mornings needed room for coffee strolls alone. And the evenings were surrounded by family. Dancing. Feeling the least alone you've ever been. Days became filled with strangers telling me how they take their coffee. How they hold their cup. Who this mug is for. "They're gonna love it" while I wrap and pack.
I washed my face in Santa Monica saltwater. I watched a Malibu sunset. I prayed at the Seven Magic Mountains. I made a wish to the heavens while the stars were out and the moon was a sliver. I listened to Nicole sing sweetly in the car. I walked on sacred ground. Connected. I sped through the desert missing home. Passion caught up with us again in Nashville. Rooftop with Janelle & Sara. Mugs for sale, but a priceless skyline. Lattes in bowls. The excitement I feel to hear a new story.
I've been sleepy in the few days since getting home. Sleepy but Awake. Do you know that feeling? Resting but Alive? That's passion.