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Bucket List Journey: How To Turn Your Birthday Into An Art Show

I am so proud of my frequent blogging this week. And a little afraid you'll be sad when I don't duplicate the output next week...

But until then, ONE MORE POST! Actually, it's a post on a friend's blog.

Jess and I worked for the same organization, once upon a time, and although she was (unfortunately) afraid of me the one time we actually spent time together in person (this makes me sad, but I did not have a great deal of emotional energy at the time, and I can understand that I wasn't the friendliest friend on the block), we've become friends over the interwebs and often dream of the day we'll cement things in real life. In my imagination, we spend an afternoon at a Montreal coffee shop talking and laughing and writing and hug at the end and tweet an inside joke the next morning. 

Anyway. She is doing a series on The Sweet Feeling of Accomplishment and subtly hinted that she wanted me to write about my 26 Secrets Birthday-Art-Show. So I did.

1. Have an idea. Listen to it.I’m not sure where it came from, but one day there was an idea in my mind. Poetography. Photography + Poetry. An art show of things I have written and captured. Instead of telling myself that this was crazy-talk, I let it sit in my heart and spin around in my thoughts. Instead of saying, “I can’t do that!” I asked, “What would make this possible?” Which led me to…
read the rest here!

(and read my own accounts of the party: pre-party, debrief, and notes to absent friends.)

Comments

Jackie said…
that MTL cafe would be Café Myriade. Your barista would be spanish looking.
Beth said…
YES AND YES!

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