Promise #64: Serve a greater good

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May you never know the price of freedom—

the mother’s anguish, the father’s loss.

 

May you live your days without restriction or fear

without hatred and opposition.

 

May you live in a constant state of peace and independence

free to make a difference in your own world.

 

And may you find a way to serve a greater good

in gratitude to the men and women,

the mothers and the fathers,

the sons and the daughters,

the sisters and the brothers,

who serve and have served

just so you may live your life

free to do

free to be.

Promise #55: Celebrate your awesomeness

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Everything you ever needed to know about yourself is clearly evident by the time you turn two. Sometimes you just need to dust off a baby picture and celebrate your awesomeness. Click the words below for an even fuller picture.

Promise #40: Giveaway gratitude

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Just four days in and I’m already digging November.

I haven’t felt this warm and fuzzy love for the pre-holiday rush in at least nine years. That’s because I was part of the gotta-have-it-for-the-holiday-hurricane. I ran a custom greeting card business. By the time November rolled around, I was in the eye of the storm.

Legend has it the eye is the calmest place to be, but that’s hardly the case.

My eyes were bloodshot by November from retouching photos and drafting custom designs. By Thanksgiving my hands would start aching from assembling bows and buttons, strings and things to more than a thousand cards. It was work. Hard work. Over the course of nine years, as the market continued to evolve and change, I lacked the passion to compete with Hallmark. It just wasn’t paying off. And with so much time and attention on cards, I wasn’t able to effectively run my advertising business.

I started shutting down in January, literally and figuratively.

I felt like my decision to close was a failure to succeed. I was embarrassed to discuss it with family and friends. I was nauseated over the notion of selling supplies and moving on. So for a month I just disconnected myself. I didn’t turn on my computer. I didn’t check email. I stopped answering my business phone.

Then I started breathing.

I started reading again. I started taking pictures. I went for walks, cooked great dinners, cleaned out closets. I reached out to my team of greeting card cronies on Etsy, told them my story and offered my supplies at cost. Many of them purchased supplies. Others encouraged me to open a store and destash on Etsy, which I did and will probably be doing for the next nine years. It’s shameless, but you can find stuff here.

By March I decided that I was tired of my own epic fail. Tired of thinking that I didn’t succeed. Tired of being embarrassed. Tired of wanting to cry every time I saw a piece of paper and an envelope.

Then I started writing, again.

I’m thankful for the family and friends who told me to quit whining and start writing. You were all so very patient and kind, really. I don’t know how you weren’t frustrated listening to me talk in circles, but I thank you for not showing it and just pouring me another glass of wine.

I’m thankful for the cyber support from pure strangers who bought my stuff and, without knowing me at all, echoed the encouragement of my clan. Hearing so many people from so many places tell me to quit whining and start writing really made me think that I should.

I’m thankful for all of you who subscribe to Twisted Pinky. On days when I suffer from writer’s ridiculosum- a nasty affliction that makes you believe you can’t write even though you can and you shouldn’t write, even though you should-I think of your smiling faces and the way some of you sometimes email me and ask, “where the hell is this week’s promise?” and really, it gets me to my keyboard.

I’m thankful for the facebook fans who chime in on the daily promise and sometimes share their own. And the twitteratzi that share promises with their world.

One way or another you have all given me the confidence to buck up. In just six months I’ve turned my boo-hooing into 40 promises,  a fresh look for ink (my ten- year-old ad business) and an outlet for my generally awesome card designs (more about that later and, no, I won’t be making any cards).

Now I want to giveaway a little gratitude.

Honestly, if you’re still reading you deserve a little something. I never wax on for this long.

One of the many Etsy artists who absorbed my supplies and reminded me there are still a few rainbows and unicorns in the world has willingly teamed up for a twisted giveaway of, you guessed it, holiday cards.

Angie Allen, of Jumping Jack Design fame, is offering 2 Twisted Pinky subscribers 1 set of holiday cards. Sweet. I’m offering to buy 2 more sets for 2 more subscribers just because I’m so freaking grateful a/that you’re here and b/I don’t have to make any cards this year.

That’s a total of 4 winners, even though you’re all winners in my book.

Here’s what you need to do to have your name entered to ONCE:

1. Subscribe to Twisted Pinky, if you haven’t already.

2. Check out these lovely holiday cards.

3. Tell me what your favorite card design is in the comments.

If you want your name entered THREE TIMES you also need to:

4. Retweet this post OR

5. Follow Twisted Pinky on facebook

I’ll select a winner bright and early Monday morning and send a quick subscriber email to let you all know who won. Good luck. And, from the bottom of my heart, thanks for being here.