Make new friends but keep the old – one is silver and the other’s gold. If you were a girl scout in the late 90’s then you might remember that little rhyme about making and keeping friends. Problem is, my husband doesn’t think the little ditty holds any truth.
We were having brunch on Sunday, and I mentioned that I was joining a new book club. Jon reminded me that I’m already in two. Yes, yes, but they only read one book every 3 months, so it’s very manageable. Okay, but what about your new photography class and your Junior League stuff? And will you still have time for your volunteer commitments and yoga? I justify that everything lands on different days and fits together quite nicely.
And then Jon explains: Joining is kind of like making friends – you don’t want to spread yourself too thin. He says I should focus my time on building close friendships with the people that I care about the most. In a similar fashion, it’s generally best to master one thing before experimenting with anything else. A matter of quality over quantity, really.
But as for me? I love meeting new people and making new friends and introducing everyone. The more the merrier, right? Same thing with hobbies and activities – I’m always eager to dive-in and try something new.
So what’s the right balance? Maintain an intimate group of friends, or bring people together? Join lots of activities, or perfect a skill before moving onto something else?
PS- Did you figure out the riddle in the photos? They are out-takes from a community mural I did last summer.
I would like to be gifted three public walls. If that’s too much to ask, just one will do. Thing is, i’ve got questions to ask and i need some answers, stat.
So one question per wall: who do you love? what are you reading? what are you thankful for?
Or, I suppose, I could use one wall for questions and the other two for something else? That might be ideal because i think every town needs a doodle-wall — a space designated for crayons and markers and pens and bringing all your notebook creations to life.
If the universe smiles upon me and I get three walls, well, the third won’t go to waste: I’d create a community directory. How would this work, you wonder?
People would take a polaroid, write their name and an interesting fact on the white space, and then hang their picture on the wall. This way, when we’re in the park or waiting for the bus or walking our dog, we can smile and wave and call one another by name. Can someone call the mayor for me? Help me get my walls? What would you do if the mayor gave you a wall?
Graffiti art has been on my bucket list for a while, so I decided to make an abstract mural with permanent marker on my favorite white wall in the city.
Did I getcha? 😉
What I actually did today was write letters to strangers on the backside of colorful construction paper, and then turned the notes into paper airplanes. I placed the colorful planes around the University of Minnesota campus.
The idea is that a stranger will take the plane out of the tree, and then the letter inside will come be a surprise. A discovery, of sorts. Each letter is unique, and talks vaguely about the importance of taking chances. When I was in college, I wasn’t entirely sure that studying art history was the greatest choice, but I had faith that the dots would connect down the line. And you know what? Everything worked out better than I could have imagined. Nothing at all went according to plan, however. But still, the message that I wanted to share was simply to be patient, continue to follow your dreams, and don’t be afraid to take a risk. Isn’t the view of the city from the UofM bridge gorgeous? The bridge leads right to the art museum, and so, being me, I wandered into the galleries to see some art: And speaking of notes, have you seen the Disney short film The Paperman? It’s a ‘must see’ if you have 90 seconds:
And just because this post is so quirky, I made you this:
i might be up and walking around, but if i haven’t had my coffee up, i’m as good as asleep. jon and i both believe that morning begins with the first cup of fresh coffee. when we woke up today, we were out, and so we hit the streets thinking we’d grab something local and then relax in bed.
unfortunately, we woke up earlier than the rest of the city (6am), and so all the shops were still closed. we kept walking on, thinking the next shop would surely have something, until we’d traveled nearly 2 miles (on foot).
while the excursion wasn’t planned, it ended up being a lot of fun to learn about the neighborhood. highlights include this house with a mural garage:
we were close to lake harriet within half an hour, so we decided to sip coffee while we walked the lake:
by the time we finished, we were ready for lunch, and we made a picnic lakeside. the accidental adventure turned into a somewhat perfect morning: