The Girl at the Pizza Parlor

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If I told you where one of my favorite pizza places is you would probably laugh. Or maybe you simply wouldn’t believe me. Either way, it wouldn’t matter, because I know how good it is. Any guesses? Are you dying to know? Ok, I won’t leave you hanging any longer.

Nestled in the basement of the hospital my dad works at downtown is a place called Sonny’s pizza. It’s a small, unassuming place with a simple sign hung above the door. If you didn’t know it was there, you could probably spend a lot of time in the hospital and miss it entirely. And yet, come meal time, it’s bustling with activity. Since I was a girl, having a slice at Sonny’s was a special treat, so along with really great pizza (and the best chocolate chip cookies around), this pizza joint holds some pretty heavy nostalgia for me.

After I had Lane, she and I would visit my dad at work and grab some Sonny’s while we were at it. Our pediatrician’s office was across the street from the hospital for years. Every time we were able, my dad would meet us at the doctor’s office to help me out with whichever kid’s appointment, and then he would treat us to pizza afterwords. It helped ease my kids’ minds about having to see the doctor, and it became a fun tradition for all of us.

As soon as we walked in the door every time, there was one particular lady who would smile at us really warm and big, and say hello. She worked the cash register and was a good friend of my dad’s. She knew who we were whether he was with us or not. She always asked how we were doing and what was going on. She consistently complimented us and was always so nice to talk to. I looked forward to seeing her every time. There was something so warm and genuine about her. You knew she really cared about you and what you had to say to her. Her name was Liz.

I found out yesterday that she had an aneurism and passed away. I didn’t know her very well, but I cried when I read the text from my dad. It’s one of the few times I’ve cried over someone I hardly knew. As I was telling my husband, I stopped to think about it. Liz had a way of making you feel at home. Even though we only had a small number of interactions with each other, each and every one was meaningful. She had such an impact on me because she meant to. Whether she realized it or not, her words were always kind and uplifting. She listened well and always had a good response. I can honestly say, she made that basement in that hospital a brighter place to be.

I thought to myself yesterday as tears rolled down my cheeks, “I want to be more like that. I want to be more kind and intentional, and less wrapped up in my own stuff. I want to make a big impact with even just a few meaningful interactions.” I’ve been thinking about it since. Next time I visit Sonny’s, and stand in line to pay for my food, it will feel a little more empty. It won’t be quite as bright, but I know I’ll remember her with a smile on my face. Here’s to you, Liz. May we all be a little bit more like you.

Create 2019

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By now it’s basically the end of January, and many of you may have already abandoned your resolutions for 2019. Right? I get it. You get all pumped up and ready to go when we ring in the new year, and then a few weeks go by, reality sets in and you see your resolutions slowly slipping through your fingers. Well, here in the Behr household we have ceased setting resolutions every year. We are, however, firm believers in goal setting. I know, I know, they sound so much the same. But believe it or not, there’s actually a big difference.

Probably about 3-4 years ago Blake purchased Michael Hyatt’s 5 Days to Your Best Year Ever course. He and a friend completed it, and that whole year I watched incredible growth in his life. There were some kinks to work out, to be sure, but he just kept accomplishing goal after goal after goal. So the following year, he invited me to do the course with him. I wasn’t quite sure it was “for me,” but after watching him grow so much I knew I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. So I did it with him! And you know what? It was super fun, I learned SO MUCH, and I got a whole lot more accomplished that year. We’ve been doing it together every year since. Hyatt’s whole “thing” is creating SMARTER goals for yourself. I’m a terrible goal setter. My goals are usually crazy vague and far too open ended. I have a hard time really zoning in my goals. Luckily for me I have Blake right by my side to help me narrow things down, and ask the right kinds of questions to get my goals where I need them to be. I highly recommend taking this course! The registration for the class is currently closed, but join that waitlist and sign up the second you can. It is worth every. single. penny. (P.s.-this is no way a paid advertisement for the class, I just really love it that much).

All of that to say, one of my goals for 2019 is to exercise my creativity more. That was my first goal, which is way too broad. As a creative, it feeds my soul whenever I get to create. And I love to create in all sorts of manners. Some people are exceptional photographers, and others are amazing seamstresses, while some are professional level bakers or chefs. As for me, well, I’m not an expert in anything, but I love to dabble a bit in everything. I knew I could commit to trying to really hone in on one skill, but I know myself, and how I can get burnt out doing that. I just love doing all sorts of creative things, it’s too hard to narrow it down to only one. Which got me thinking. As I worked through what I wanted my year to look like, I decided to try something new. And guys, I am so excited about it.

Every month this year, my goal is to pursue some sort of creative endeavor. At the beginning of every quarter, I’m going to map out what that specific quarter will look like. This month, my goal was to make macarons. And friends, I took off with it. Blake is so awesome and supportive, he planned an in-date for us to make them together. We made Smore’s Macarons, and other than not being able to get our marshmallow fluff to fluff up, they turned out surprisingly well. Plus, they were delicious. My Pinterest dessert board is filled with macaron recipes and I’m dying to try them all. I signed my oldest up for a macaron making class at a local Macaron Bar as a surprise. I’m so excited to tell her-and to learn right alongside her. Plus, a good friend of mine who has nailed macaron making after taking a class has offered to have me over to teach me all the tips and tricks. To say I’m excited would be an understatement.

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That marshmallow was goopy, but man were they delicious

I’ll be chronicling my creative endeavors on social media, and here on the blog using the hashtag #create2019. I would love for you to follow along! It’s gonna be seriously fun. I would love any ideas for what to create as well! I have this quarter planned out, plus a few ideas for the following months, but the calendar isn’t full yet, and I would love to have some input! As always, thanks for coming along. I’m so excited to see what this year holds for my creative soul.