This week my dad started a new habit. on days he knows I'll need to wake up early, he gently
knocks at my door, hands me a giant mug of freshly brewed coffee, and greets me with a
smile and "good morning." It's a little action, measuring an extra scoop of grounds, making an
extra trip up the stairs, but it has a big affect on my day.
I've been similarly effected by kind acquaintances. By all the established designers who're
giving me advice; by the art educators who proof-read my syllabi; by the amazing
inspiration retreats. And by friends. Friends who encourage my blogging, who critique my
résumé, who share their favorite trail-mix, who text wit and wisdom, who drive in scary cities.
It's been a crazy month of changing plans, high hopes, and gnawing fears. I'm so grateful for
all of you who've showed me that the important thing is not what I do, but how I do it. No
matter how busy or stressed or weary I am, I want to always be kind.