Here's a few hints...
1. Working for a cause to empower and inspire women in my community; Center City Philadelphia.
2. Exploring, researching and blogging on new homes, events, schools, neighborhoods, parks and more. Focusing on the areas of Society Hill, Queen Village, Dickinson Square West, Passyunk, The Gayborhood and few others.
Between blogging, volunteering and my most recent event coordinating gig... you may bump into me around town. Be sure to say hello.. and follow me through these city adventures.
I have spoke before about family values and how we often forget that our family is the largest root we have. I have spoke of friends, loved ones and acquaintances bringing us inspiration and confidence to push forward. I want to touch again on the importance of family and our heritage. We often take for granted the time spent with grandparents, parents and siblings. We often forget that these are the people that know us best. These are the individuals who have our back through thick and thin. We hear stories of history, how it used to be and how we came to be a family. Our roots are strong. They hold us tight and have us stand tall for the world. Times are forever changing and with the times we are growing stronger and more confident each day.
We often forget that our families may have struggled and fought for our independence and freedom. Our grandparents and parents may have traveled thousands of miles to provide a better life for us. They may have worked hard each day of their lives to provide warmth, food and a roof over our head. My grandfather was a Nebraska farmer his entire life. Family acres and property dating back to the 1880s, traveling with bricks and building materials by horse and buggy. He was the hardest worker I know. Through the hot summer days into the blizzards of winter, he awoke at 4am each day to feed his animals. He traveled thousands of miles through the fields to plant and harvest his crops. He provided for his family. He gave strength, love and wisdom to all he knew. This is motivation.
My great grandfather was a farmer, and so was his dad. By tradition passed down, my uncle and cousins have now taken his role. They are following his path, his routes, his miles. They cover these fields in his footsteps. Our family is the most important thing we have. Its a gift, a treasure, a pot of gold. Its the roots to our trunk. We have their eyes, we have their smile. We have their love and persistence. In the end, our family is there. Through long nights, long days, they support us when no one else does. They comfort us in our times of need. They pick us up when we fall. Their hard work and dedication motivates and inspires us to step forward, and stick up for what we believe in. Family is the most important thing we have. We were born with it. Inspiration to stand tall and let our branches touch the lives of others. I am thankful for such a loving and caring family. I am motivated by my grandfathers hard farming work, day in and day out. I am inspired by the strength our family, our roots give us.
In celebration of life, of family, of love, please don't forget to hug the ones closest to you. Never forget to tell them how much you love them and how much you appreciate their hard work for your freedom. Be inspired by your own family to do better for the world and for the family you create. In the end, its not about the dollar you made or the job you left behind, its about your values and your family. Its about being there, listening, understanding and learning from our past, our history.