Why Wait?

“We wait all week for Friday.

We wait all year for summertime.

Why are we waiting? What are we waiting for? The time to make it happen is now.”

-Chrissy, spin instructor

“There are two things I’ve meant to tell you to preserve –

your lips and  your handwriting.” 

– 2017 advice from my mother

If I wait to moisturize and protect, my lips age and wrinkle.

If I wait to use my handwriting in this day and age of typing, my penmanship suffers and fades.

If I wait to launch my dream, the idea stalls and disappears.

If I postpone my dream with lip service, waiting for tomorrow, I’m left with an undeveloped idea.

My mother’s getting older, why would I ever make her wait!

Introducing:

RP Stillworks’ greeting cards –

Professional images on mighty fine card stock

wherein all you have to add is your handwriting –

Show your loved ones, your clients, your prospective bosses, your babysitters, your friends how much you care with a handwritten note – note cards don’t arrive via email to sit in an inbox and wait, instead, they arrive, immediately enhancing a personal space.

Harmony achieved; preserving penmanship and advancing a dream beyond lip service.

Why Wait!?

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http://www.rpstillworks.com

“That possibility absolutely exists.”

-shopping cart launches on June 22, 2017

 

 

Kinda

“There’s a thief in your mind, who is after your dreams. His name is Doubt, if you see him call the cops and keep him away from the kids, cuz he is wanted for murder, for he has killed more dreams than failure ever did. He wears many disguises, and like a virus, will leave you blinded, divided and turn you into a kinda. See kinda is lethal. Y0u know what kinda is.  There are a lot of kinda people – you kinda want a career change, you kinda wanna get straight As, you kinda wanna get in shape.  Simple math, no numbers to crunch, if you kinda want something, then you will kinda get the results you want. What is your dream? What ignites that spark? You can’t kinda want that. You gotta want it with every part of your whole heart.” – Prince Ea

Dream Catcher

My daughter is a part of the tech revolution.  Hired by a tech company, she works in Silicon Valley and commutes to/from her tiny, but cozy & charming, hellaciously expensive, studio apartment in San Francisco, a big and often intimidating city. She has no car which means no car payment, no car insurance and licensing, and no parking costs and headaches. However, no car also means a lot of walking, a lot of public transit or Ubers, and every week day catching her tech company’s bus before the sun rises and often after the sun sets, so in a lot of darkness. It’s a commitment.

A commitment she’s happy to make in order to spend her weekends in such a vibrant city and to work her dream job for a tech company in the south bay. Worlds away – yet tied together by a bus.

Often texting me during her walk to the bus or during her bus ride, my daughter sent me this video clip:

She remembered watching this Spongebob Squarepants episode when she was a young girl, from the days when she kept her kindergarten-made dream catcher tied to her safe and cozy bed’s footboard with a piece of yarn. The cartoon came racing into her memory while she, all grown up and now making her own financial way, walked to her bus stop in the dark on the streets of downtown San Francisco at 5 AM.

We laughed and laughed at the video – what nightmares that can stir while walking city streets in the dark!

When the scary nightmares come creeping in, partially clouding the vision of living her dream, she knows that every time she’s been left on her own, I’ve told her to put her shoulders back, walk tall, know her direction, and keep on keeping on…

Dreams don’t come to life without commitments and sacrifices.  Dreams aren’t for quitters or for the fearful.

“It’s not sketchy, there’s just NO one out…like I can hear people snoring in their apartments.” – a predawn text

Dreams don’t become real while we’re sleeping. Dreams become a reality when we’re awake, actively pursuing them.

Dreams come true when tied to a dreamcatcher with a piece of yarn to a bed’s footboard. Dreams come true even when the decorated bed stands in a storage unit waiting for another dreamer to sleep on it one day — to possibly, if its blessed, hold the dreamcatcher of another child, maybe a grandchild, who likes being safe and cozy, but knows he or she has to go out into the big, scary world in order to be transported toward his or her dreams.

Now that would be the original bed owner’s (me) dream!