Why not stay home this summer? On our sweet island lined with giant oaks dripping with lazy breezy Spanish moss. With long low marshes twisting and winding towards the ocean. Neighbored by other tiny islands sprinkled along the coast, alive with wonder waiting to be discovered. With candy shops and bike paths and fried chicken. Toes in the waves and sandy sandwiches. Long naps and late nights and water slides. New books and drippy ice cream cones. It’s the stuff summer dreams are made of.
Happy Friday! I’m starting a fun new Friday tradition called The Friday Five. Every week I’ll post five things that are bringing me joy this week. This is where I’ll post recipes I like, books I’m reading, products I love. Songs, podcasts, stores, social media accounts. Anything that makes my day a little brighter, I’ll share it in The Friday Five. Should be fun!
When I was 24, I was between jobs. Scratch that. I had absolutely no career path. I had graduated from college, moved to Boston, nannied a for year, been a camp counselor, been a personal trainer, and then been another camp counselor. I did not know what to do with my life. So one day I perched myself at local fro yo place that had free Wi-Fi (because I was too poor to have cable and internet in my 150 square foot studio). And with a borrowed computer, I applied for every single job that sounded interesting to me. Even if I had zero experience. I emailed business owners in the industry I was interested in, which at the time, was fashion. I applied to big retailers and to boutiques. I applied to sell, market, merchandise, style, mop the floors. Maybe a hundred jobs. Not one single person who owned a business wrote me back. But guess who did?
Halfway through a year I never predicted. A year of the greatest joys and the worst kinds of pain. Babies born and lives lost. Hearts bursting in joy and in sorrow. I hear my new baby cry out for the first time as she enters the world. I hear the desperate cries of true heart break on the other end of the phone. Phone calls bringing the best and the worst news. At the breakfast table. In the middle of the night. She’s here. He’s gone. Moments that define me now. Part of me forever. There are hearts making room for new life and more love. And there are hearts that will never be healed. Questions never answered. There are tiny sisters meeting sisters. Singing lullabies and feeling their hearts grow. And then other sisters. Crying out in sorrow. Feeling their hearts break.