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Flecks #10

As in flecks of reflection from the week: what I'm learning and celebrating.

Things I learned this week:

  • Even if it doesn't feel like you are doing much to help a friend who may be hurting, your hug or phone call means a lot.

Things I'm celebrating this week:

  • It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas here in the Hutchins household as of this evening. My 6-foot-tall 16-year-old stepson helped me lug boxes down from the attic and even put our fake tree together. He's so good.

  • Following last week's progress on selecting a logo for Live Wonderstruck, my graphic designer (the brilliant Laird Sapir) sent some mockups and I selected a design to move forward with. Aaaaaaaaahhhhh! SO EXCITED. It's beautiful. It's so me. You'll have to wait a few more weeks to see it, though.

Things that are resonating with me this week:

Present Over Perfect by Shauna Niequist

Censored by Taylor Newman (a super short post that has me questioning why we don't spend more time being thankful for our underwear)



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