rite of passage
life is full of mile markers, things we use to catalog our lives. my parents fondly remember my first smile and my first memory was of pain as i fell from my crib. i remember carefully picking out my outfit for kindergarten and hearing the word sex for the first time, wondering why my teacher wouldn't let us talk about it. i stopped sucking my thumb immediately after i was made fun of on the bus by a high schooler and i remember when i broke 100 lb in fifth grade. the moment i accept Christ as my savior is forever engraved into my mind. i remember my first kiss and the awkwardness and purity it held with it. there was a moment when by the world's standards i was a woman, though i felt like anything but one. i graduated from high school and remember how scared i felt the first moment i was alone in the dorm room. i couldn't imagine myself being more nervous for my first studio critique and the confident relief i felt at the last one. life is full of rites of passage; things we must go through to move onto the next. i was so embarrassed when some of them occured, and so proud in others. it's easy to drift in life; mile markers keep us grounded and remind us of where we have been, direct us to where we should go.
today, i experienced one of these moments. i received my first business card with my own name on it. for so long, i have held these cards with the names of others. i have referenced their information and honored the position they held that they might be able to distribute them. but today, that became me. i know you all felt it; that twinge of jealousy when someone said, "here, let me give you my card," and you had nothing to offer them but the corner of your programing notes. or maybe you remember the moment you were handed a box of little treasures of your own. though it may have only been brief, something in you wanted to run around the block and give them to everyone you see. something in us wants to see our name in print. today, that moment was me. but rather than run around like a crazy, i went out and bought myself a new portfolio to carry them in and officially commemorated my passage into business womanhood. so if you ever want one...
our office is located in the old town part of wichita. i park in brick stalls and enjoy this communal gallery space on my way into our office.
from now on, you will find me at column 36. i know a messy desk is the sign of a creative mind...just give me some time; and yes, you do see MEEB on my shelf, but that doesn't mean i use it.
today, i experienced one of these moments. i received my first business card with my own name on it. for so long, i have held these cards with the names of others. i have referenced their information and honored the position they held that they might be able to distribute them. but today, that became me. i know you all felt it; that twinge of jealousy when someone said, "here, let me give you my card," and you had nothing to offer them but the corner of your programing notes. or maybe you remember the moment you were handed a box of little treasures of your own. though it may have only been brief, something in you wanted to run around the block and give them to everyone you see. something in us wants to see our name in print. today, that moment was me. but rather than run around like a crazy, i went out and bought myself a new portfolio to carry them in and officially commemorated my passage into business womanhood. so if you ever want one...
our office is located in the old town part of wichita. i park in brick stalls and enjoy this communal gallery space on my way into our office.
from now on, you will find me at column 36. i know a messy desk is the sign of a creative mind...just give me some time; and yes, you do see MEEB on my shelf, but that doesn't mean i use it.
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