This is not inspiring. I keep waiting for something. I'm like a pregnant woman in my 9th month waiting for the blessed event. It never, ever comes. I'm just waiting. I don't get dressed up anymore because I am waiting for the time that calls for something festive and happy and cute and nice. Who wants to put on sandals and white linen in this soggy swamp of a place?
So I wear my rainboots, my very worn through the snaps cargos and my black nylon workout top and that is really it. That's all I feel like wearing. I don't care how I look anymore. I don't exercise because I'm primarily a walker and, oh, that's fun now.
Whatever...blah, blah, blah about that.
However, this is inspiring!
On a more heightened note, I heard the most uplifting and, rather unbelievable story this week. One of my clients from the past is a gorgeous woman with three beautiful daughters, a charming husband and a happy Linden Hills life. I helped Mekea with architectural selections when she was building their home a couple years ago. I also know her sister, Meg - and talented writer she is - I've also helped Meg a bit with their home.
Following my 'youngins' on Instagram this weekend because they are traveling and posting moments from their trips, I found a photo of Meg in the hospital with Mekea. Of course, I was concerned. Followed that string of information to Facebook I discovered the most outrageous and courageous story. For those of you who don't know this (and I'm betting plenty do!) here is a link to the Facebook page:
|Jack and Mekea, his "Lifesaver"|
A little 6-year old boy in Mekea's neighborhood needed a kidney and well, you just need to check out the link....
All I can say is that Mekea Kaplan Duffy has set a new bar for the rest of us. Godspeed, Mekea.
So, now I think it is safe to say, I might stop complaining about the weather.