review.

i had a five-month review at work last friday.

and i think i accidentally dropped my feedback paperwork outside my cousin's engagement party friday night.

i hope whoever found it hung it on their refrigerator. at least.

9 years later.

last weekend, i introduced b to farout field. have i mentioned that he's a diehard jayhawk? we went to columbia for the centennial anniversary of homecoming. it had been 9 years since my last homecoming game. so i wore black and gold. and when i saw these columns, as i always do, i cried.

i'm not sure what causes my eyes to fill with tears. it's probably something different each time. i think that, maybe, this time it was more of a release. bringing b to a place so dear to my heart was healing. a way of bringing my college experience and my current life together. it felt good to be at those columns as the woman i am today. wiser, less broken, healing, still anxious, but filled with more hope.

growing.

last friday, me and my talented designer friend, luke, had an art opening.

i need to take a second to let that sink in.

deep breath.

I HAD AN ART OPENING.

it wasn't even on my bucket list.
or in the back of my mind hanging out on the list of things i must do in the next five years.
or one of those fleeting thoughts on every new year's eve or at every new beginning.

no, i never thought, "hmmm, i think i'd like to make some art, hang it in a gallery and then invite everyone i know plus lots of strangers to see it."

no. never.

but i (we) did it.

and it was amazing.

we took my other blog and picked our favorites. then luke designed a font.

what?

yes. he MADE A FONT. from scratch, people.

and he used it to make my thoughts come to beautiful life.

it was a labor of love. it took like 5 months.

and i promise i'll post pictures soon.

but if you want to see it, it's hanging at the gallery at 19 Below for the next month.

and we're opening an etsy shop this week to sell prints.

when we do, i'll link to it.

but wow. was i nervous. like insomniac nervous.

but i heard once that when you are nervous, it means you are growing.

and judging by how nervous i was, i grew a ton. a TON.

sidenote: i'm not exaggerating when i say that we probably had 500 people stop by that night.

500. people.

so if you were one of them, thank you for the support.

it was something that i will never forget. and, wow, was it ever amazing.