us-2I burned the pasta today.

Dane slid off of the ottoman and bumped his head on the stone hearth while I was trying to change him.

I’m not OK.

I’m not dead in the water, but I’m not OK. I’m definitely distracted.

Full disclosure: Jay – is – stressed. I don’t blame him. He has the weight of the world, his family, his dreams, his passion, purpose, desire and drive creeping up on him (constantly in the normal dailies) and you can also throw in the all-nighters – Because we both dream this stuff.

He also has a wife, full of dreams, passion, vision and an unbridled need to create, create, create… trying to build an artsy empire of her own.

We are often asked, ‘How do you guys do it?’ ‘Where do you get the energy?’

We don’t know.

We just do.

And we’re going to keep doing, til’ our dying day, because we both plan on going out ‘Betty White’ style.

Loud.

Proud.

Laughing.

Enjoying.

Riding the ride as long as it will have us.

It takes a toll. We’d be fools not to admit that. But we always come out on the other side, shaking it off, appreciating the results and waiting (impatiently) for the next project.

We evolve constantly – so that we evolve constantly.

Our community has welcomed our particular brand of crazy and we couldn’t thank you enough!

“We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.”
― Kurt Vonnegut