Today, October 5, the countdown begins: 30 days until my 30th birthday.
These past 3 decades have brought lots and lots and lots of memories. Good memories, bad memories, funny memories, sad memories… regardless of the type, these they have all come out of events that have served to shape my life somehow. They have helped in shaping my future decisions. They have given me moments of reflection.
Each day, starting today and ending on my 30th birthday, November 4, I will recount one memory from the past 30 years… either one that has helped define me, one that makes me laugh, one that makes me think, one that encourages me… or maybe a little of everything. If possible, I will post a photo to go along with the memory.
It’s my 30/30/30 Project: 30 years. 30 memories. 30 days.
On October 5, 2008, I arrived bright and early at Some Studio in NYC with my parents and my friend, Sarah, whom I had met less than three months earlier. For the previous several weeks, Sarah and I had taken an idea – a calendar made up of “hot bloggers,” as voted by their peers – and made it happen. And on on that day, all of our hard work was coming together. It was photo shoot day.
For nearly 10 hours, we watched magic happen before our eyes.
I don’t say that lightly. Sarah is a PR pro, yes, but to my knowledge, neither of us had ever acted as artistic directors on any major calendar projects. We had our visions, the bloggers had their visions, and the amazing (A.MA.ZING) photographers with whom we worked that day, Bill Wadman and Meg Wachter, seemingly took those visions and, with a click of the camera, handed them to us in photo form. (And I cannot forget to mention our incredible make-up artist, Jillian Villafane, who helped make the bloggers picture-perfect.)
But that’s not the only reason the day was memorable for me. Having the chance to hang out with and share lots and lots of laughs with some of my favorite bloggers – Britt, Dawg, Poppy, Jim, Erika, Amy, Jill and Katja, Francesco, Peter, Riese, Josh, and Shawn – and watching them enjoy the moment really moved me. And knowing they had traveled there from all over the country to take part in something I helped create? Well, I have to say it made me proud.
It’s no wonder that when I sat down to write about the experience a few days later, my first words were: For so many reasons and on so many levels, I had one of the best times of my life this weekend in New York City.
That day two years ago wasn’t just fun, it was life-changing. I really was. It made me think about a lot of things and helped me come to conclusions about others. That may be vague, and I apologize, but it’s not something about which I feel comfortable elaborating.
You’ll just have to take my word for it. October 5, 2008 rocked.