Back when I was 7, I fell in love with a goat at the Catskill game farm. We stared into each other’s eyes and I knew we were best friends. My parents had to pry me away. I clung to the fence and cried as they lovingly explained that our brick ranch in suburbia was not agriculturally-zoned. Fine, I huffed! But we need to move to a farm immediately.
At 17, Simon the Shetland Pony had my heart.
On New Year’s Eve 2002, while everyone else was finding cute boys to kiss, I was outside under the bar’s dumpster trying to lure a stray kitten into my purse.
You get it. From donkeys to hummingbirds, animals fill me with joy. (Except for spiders; they fill me with terror.) So, you won’t be surprised that when hubby and I stopped renting and bought
an animal shelter a house of our own, it didn’t take long to find some furry friends to come live with us.
I’m pleased to introduce you to Cannoli. Though she lived in the shelter for 4 years with her siblings, she is turning into a total love-bug with tons of personality. She is currently snoring on the couch in my office. I’m also fostering her sweet sister, Tootsie (the red one), who is available for adoption.
Here’s to infusing more joy into your life this year—in whatever way that means! If doing less writing yourself will increase your joy, I’d love to help.
I have this document where I keep my ideas (the collection of things I want to tell you about). In the shuffle of moving, I lost it. Panic set in—hard. I’ll never have an idea again!
Clearly I found comfort in the backlog of random ideas. Even ridiculous things like “potato vs. potato chip” or “total yearly mileage of a mailman” meant I’d never be idea-less.
Evidently chickpeas, body wash and vitamins aren’t the only things I hoard. (Thankfully I didn’t lose them too. Only one safety net at a time!)
Well, I should probably be more careful with my idea vault? Bigger picture: Sometimes, the-way-we-do-things gets thrown off-kilter. But our processes don’t define us! We gotta have faith. As sure as the mailman gets more exercise than I do—we will prevail!
Want an idea vault for yourself? Here’s how:
- Stockpile ideas for upcoming newsletters and blog posts: include random thoughts, silly sentences, inspiring words, puzzling topics and questions clients ask you.
- Keep it someplace safer than I did.
With enough body wash for everyone,
I had this adorable little idea in my head:
Finding a house would be like it is on HGTV’s House Hunters. We’d find three suitable homes and agree on the perfect one over a glass of wine—all while my hair looked perfect. Plus, I’d be far less annoying than the usual house hunters. I don’t care about granite countertops, I’m not scared of a little wood paneling, and I’d never utter the term (that makes my fists rise in fury), “price point.”After seeing the world’s most claustrophobia-inducing box (house #12), only Cadbury Creme Eggs could keep hope alive. Realtor, hubby and I ate them while I muttered, “At least there’s chocolate…”
Words are easier to find than houses. Each house has its gems, for sure, but I can’t exactly smoosh them all together into the perfect abode. It’s not like writing web copy—where we tour the inner hallways of your brand empire and I build a house that authentically represents you. Need a web-word chateau—complete with stunning views (into you)? I’ll be your extremely patient and thorough guide.
Wood paneling: Bring it on,
This morning, as I’m drinking my nutmeg-spiced coffee (it makes every day taste like Christmas!) I’m thinking about connections. I think all of life’s goodness comes from connections. That’s why I named my business Connect with Copy—because connecting is everything.
When you read these notes, partner with me on projects, or reach out to say hello, it’s you who keeps my business moving forward—and you who keeps me smiling. You make my day more often than you know. With nutmeg-spiced gratitude,