I’ve never liked goodbyes.
Because my parents traveled so much when my brother and I were younger I sort of got used to leaving friends and family over the years. I quickly figured out that if I didn’t let anyone get too close to me then it hurt less when we would eventually move away. But some people just get you to love them no matter how much you try to keep your walls up… Lisa is one of those. Saturday was my final day with Sweet Woodruff and there is now a little hole my heart.
I started working at SW a little under a year ago and it has been the most amazing experience. I can’t tell you how thankful I am that I biked past that wee shop last summer. I had no idea how much I would learn about floral design and styling but also about myself and the things that bring me joy. I also never expected to meet such wonderful people and form the incredibly deep life-giving friendships that I did. I feel spoiled rotten.
Thank you Lise for giving me so much. You’ve passed on so much knowledge and skill and you’re trust, patience and friendship mean the world to me. I can’t wait to see the beautiful things you’ll do next!
Photo credit: Tara McMullen (Left) & Vicky Starz (Right)
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.” – The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Reading this quote, I see so much of myself… the indecisiveness and the fear reminds me of my own struggle. I worry about choosing the wrong career or devoting too much time to a certain creative project and then missing out on bigger and better ambitions. Meanwhile, I’m just sitting and waiting and not pursuing any dreams at all.
Thankfully, instead of feeling frustrated with myself, I’m inspired to break away from my natural tendency to wait and daydream. It seems like the best way to establish some solid long term goals will be to try a ton of ideas and see what I love the most!
My hope is that this blog will serve as a little spot for collecting inspiration, exploring creative ideas, and documenting any adventures that are had along the way. Here’s to making it happen!