Funny how a fantastic high like being “freshly pressed” for my sunrise project can be tempered by another, albeit completely unexpected, event that is beyond humbling.
(FYI for those who are curious: Yes, I am still taking sunrise pictures every morning, just in case baby sprout decides to make an appearance later in the day)
You know how the whole circle of life thing goes? One person dies, another is born and the world continues?
The checks and balances of the universe.
Ironically enough, we found out I was pregnant with the sprout a few days after Tim’s uncle passed away. One life replaces the next…or something less morbid.
Anyway, after finding out about the sunrise project being “freshly pressed” (It just needs to be in quotes. I have no idea why) something else happened that has left me firmly believing that it is possible for a person to leave a positive mark in this world.
You know when you do something because you want to do it?
It isn’t because someone asked you or made you or strongly suggested you do it.
You do something for no other reason except you decided to act.
That was my sunrise project.
Everyone – including some of you who commented (and may or may not ever read this blog again) yesterday – thought I was crazy.
And I was.
The whole idea was insane, really. Who does something like this?
Apparently, I do.
But I did it for me….and then that’s when it happened.
I never in my wildest imagination would have thought that this project – as insignificant as it seemed sometimes – would be inspiring.
I never knew it would give others faith that people really do follow through on their goals and that being dedicated and, yes, a little crazy, would leave you wanting to attempt something like the sunrise project of your own.
By sacrificing my sleep and rousing at ungodly hours of the morning for 365 days, I impacted the lives of people I’ve never met in such a positive, encouraging way.
It wasn’t even on purpose.
It was an unexpected side effect that has left lasting ripples on so many lives…in so many places…
When you sit back and realize what that means…wow.
That’s bigger than me.
It’s bigger than all of us.
No one, other than Tim, really knew what I was doing every single morning. No one knew what kind of impact or toll it had on me.
I woke up without complaint and with joy every single morning because I wanted to achieve this goal. For me.
Then, instead of having something for me to cherish, it ended up being a gift to you.
A gift I am so happy to be able to share. A gift I am so thrilled has motivated you, inspired you and made you smile.
I’ve yet to figure out how to put this project in book-type form, but I will. I want to. It’s too special to lock away forever without anyone else having the pleasure of seeing a year of life beginning each and every morning.
All I can possibly say to you is thank you.
Your kind, positive words have done more for me than I will ever be able to do for you.
(and this next part is just because I have to)
(I’m super preggo, so indulge me)
In baby related news, my OB is this afternoon! I am officially 38 weeks TODAY. Let us hope I’m farther along than the last time (1-2 cm dilated and 75% effaced).
Today is also my birthday. I’m slightly in denial. I’m one year closer to 30. Actually, I’m only a year away from 30, now. Scary.
Also? Today is the beginning of………you guessed it!
(actually, if you guessed this then you’re probably psychic)
MASSIVE. SNOW. STORM.
Biggest of the year for the Denver area, so far.
If baby sprout is going to come, he better do it today or next Monday because I’ll be damned if he ends up having
us Tim driving all over town in wind whipped, blinding snow that is forecast to accumulate up to 12 inches, depending on the storm track.
It’s today or…not today (or the next two days), baby sprout.