My Outdoorsy-Sister, My Nature-Muse
My younger sister is a third of the way done with her thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail. And I miss her face off. It's weird... she lives in Rochester so you would think I would see her all the time. But she's a bada$$ ICU/trauma nurse who works night shifts and weekends and I'm a single Mom with school-age kiddos. So I don't hang out with her as much as I would like. But there was something about her leaving for this six month (0r so) adventure of hiking most of the East Coast that feels so much more difficult than her living an hour and a half away. I know I can still text her and I know she's called me pretty regularly for really great chats. And I know I will see her at least once mid-adventure. I also know she's having the time of her life... I know she's learning a ton about herself through this experience... but the fact that she isn't here is so strange and so hard. And then the empathetic heart of mine is dying
Local Events | Fifth Annual Failure Summit
Last month, I attended the Failure Summit put on by the Community Foundation of Elmira-Corning and the Finger Lakes. When I first read the event description I laughed out loud, so I knew it would be a great way to spend an afternoon. Being a small business owner is a really scary, risky thing. There are many days I think about how much easier it would be if I just got a more traditional job. But then the part of my creative soul that loves this business so hard knows I would not be as happy doing anything else. It can feel really awful sometimes knowing that I'm not really sure how this wonderful experiment called "small business" is going to work out. And it feels like I'm going the wrong way most days. I was hoping this Failure Summit would remind me that experiments (and even failures) are some of the only ways we can learn and grow and innovate. And I felt like the five brave souls that got up to speak that day were speaking right
My Earliest Memory
Look guys! I drew you a picture! I wanted to literally illustrate today's story ;-) Let's rewind to Kindergarten with Jess. (circa what? 1992?) I'm approximately 5 and 1/2 years old and I'm about to form my earliest childhood memory... and it's equal parts humiliating and empowering. Ready? So even at a young age, I fancied myself QUITE the artist. We are assigned to the art easel station in groups of four. I can remember how each easel was set up, kind of in a square, so we were all painting together but we couldn't really see each other's work. Teacher says "Paint a Christmas tree!" and I'm all like "oh girl I am going to CRUSH this." Problem is, I can't remember the shape I need to start with. I know there's a shape. I'm positive it's not a circle. But that's where my confidence ends. Is it a square or a triangle? Definitely a square. Or is it? Hmmmmm... Enter the inner dialog of a little girl who already knows there is a school rule about "no cheating"