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JBD BDAY CAKE

Okay, the cake was from my actual birthday earlier this year (thanks Meggy Vino). While I am a bit older than the five symbolic candles, and the blog is much younger, I’ll take any excuse to make a connection or commemorate a date. Jenny by design went public a year ago today. What a big wild wave of a ride it has been…

Spectacular stuff happens when you go with your instinct. When you give goodness back to the world. When you are honest. Creating JBD in the midst of a tough time turned into experiencing things I never would have imagined. Just this Tuesday, so unexpectedly, I found myself on-air with Ryan Seacrest chatting about how this very blog came about. Life keeps happening. Embrace it. Thank you for reading and for sharing your thoughts with me. It’s a real diary of all things full of delight.

p.s.  I wrote a post a year ago today about leaping before you look. It still feels right. Perhaps une tradition d’anniversaire de blog? Enjoy.

JUNE 14, 2012: My aunt sent me a book of poetry about a year ago this week. I was recovering from a heartbroken moment and in the midst of life, leaped before looking. I began to write a blog, if only to keep my heart and mind occupied during those dog days. Exactly 12 months later, I launch the new look of the blog, on a late hour of a summer eve. To leap before you look can be a delightful piece of life unfolding, when no one is watching and the real stuff begins. I hope you enjoy this blog as much as I enjoy writing and curating it. Take it from me, anything is possible, just don’t quit.

Don’t Quit by Unknown

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out–
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

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