Realizing that next Monday is August 1 also made me realize that I have been neglecting my site. For over a month, to be exact (and while we’re being honest, the last post was a total gimme).
They say that your own site is the last to be prioritized when work is flush. And work is definitely *flush* which gives me plenty to write about in this space, but no time to do it. In the space of this summer, I’ve taken on 3 new freelance clients as well as another project managing the redesign for another MnSCU institution. With potential for another two on the horizon. I’m gaining a ton of experience, and I can’t wait to share it with you all. When I have time =/
The inspiration to read about the first presidential Roosevelt came from a talk given at UMN’s See Change conference in May. Jessie Kawata, from NASA (effing NASA!) spoke about design thinking for space exploration. She talked about inspiration, and Roosevelt’s famous phrase emblazoned in the entry: Dare Mighty Things, a small part of this passage–
Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those timid spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.
–which is inspiring in its own right. Add to that the National Parks Centennial this year, and it’s basically the year that Roosevelt Inspired Me To Work Super Hard. Except for this guy who stole his thunder, super dead though he is:
Just kidding, he’s alive. This guy:
Alexander Hamilton, hip-hopera reinvigorator, founding father without a father, overall overcomer of odds and patron of smash hit musicals. Chernow’s biography was the original inspiration, and I can’t count the number of times I was referring back to the musical while reading this. He dared mighty things, to be
So while I’m enjoying the work I’m doing and the opportunities I’m blessed to receive, I’m looking forward to a slow down soon. Fall seems to do that on its own, as we in the North start to tuck in by dressing in layers and watching the sun go down earlier and earlier. This fall will also see the election of our new president, which might be unconsciously informing my lit choices. Have political races always been like this? Or was there a time where the parties weren’t so divisive, and people could vote across party lines because both candidates were SO great? Like, I can’t imagine choosing between John Adams and Thomas Jefferson. Where are those kinds of candidates nowadays?
Ah well. I’ll dare mighty things within my sphere of influence. Which dead president should be next on my reading list?