What Brené Brown Reminded Me About Why I Do What I Do

I’ve been reading Daring Greatly and I keep putting it down just to sit with what I just read and breathe. I want to soak it all in and understand exactly how it applies to me, my life, my goals.

She’s naming something I’ve always felt but never quite had words for.

In my mind, I have always HAD to be PERFECT- before being lovable or even likable. Perfection is a false sense of armor that doesn’t allow joy or sorrow to penetrate it.

Brené has plenty to say about that.

Vulnerability is not weakness. It’s the most courageous thing a person can do. The research backs this up in a way that genuinely stopped me. I have always thought things had to be perfect before launching, this has prevented progress countless times. (My husband often says, “Don’t let perfect get in the way of the good.”)

She shares that people who experience the deepest sense of belonging, of connection, of joy, are not the ones who have it all together. They’re the ones who show up. Fully. Honestly. Without the armor.

But life sure does beat us up sometimes. I think we wear armor without even recognizing it. We suit up to navigate all the journey of life. Sometimes the hardest stuff comes from those closest to us. How do we move through that?

Yet, it feels obvious to me that the tenderest moments, the most meaningful moments, really are the most vulnerable. I cannot quite explain how it feels inside me to both be vulnerable and brave. They seem counter intuitive, yet they seem to be exactly what leads to my most authentic self.

I’ve been thinking about how much of my life has been spent making things from the purest place in me. I am reasonably sure I cannot accept credit for any of this. I think it’s just being open. The universe, God, however you view it speaks and I am trying to listen. New affirmation decks keep wanting to come through me. I literally cannot stop writing them. (There are more on the way and I am so excited about them.) Something keeps saying there is more to say, there are more people to reach.

But here’s the ah ha moment Brené handed me:

What I’ve been doing all along, in every card and every deck and every letter, is an act of vulnerability. Saying I see you. I believe in you. You are enough right now, not someday. That takes courage to put into the world without knowing how it will land. And somewhere along the way I started thinking of that courage as a little embarrassing. Too earnest. Too much. I have never really accepted myself as enough (or I have thought I am too much, fun, right?)

Daring Greatly said: no. That IS the work. Authenticity is the whole point. Meeting people where they are, loving them there, that is not soft. That is the most human thing there is.

Things are coming together for me in a way I can feel but am still finding words for. Like something that has always been true about me is finally something I can stand in with my whole heart.

Vulnerability, it turns out, is a strength. I’m just now letting myself believe that.

So, let us move through this life we are blessed to have with courage and vulnerability. There is certainly no guarantee of success, however, the joy we seek seems to be in those brave moments.

sending you so much love,

Susan

P.S. May Affirmation Letters. They are ready. Printed and waiting to be mailed, and I cannot tell you how much joy is sitting in that stack of envelopes.

Affirmation Letters is a monthly subscription delivering original affirmation art prints, personal letters, journal prompts, and an art invitation – all designed to meet you where you are. Learn more at Greetings4Good.org

a mock up of the letter, prompts, and the print for April. It has a print of a tree on it.
Love, delivered.
This is my act of love.
One envelope. One heart. One month at a time.

Purple Hearts & more…

This season brings all the feelings, doesn’t it?

On a global scale, life can feel impossible to manage. Negativity seems to seep into every corner of our days, a low hum we carry whether we want to or not. And yet, life bustles on. It is the holiday season, full of wrapping paper and shopping lists, ribbons and bows. The colors, the lights, the decorations glow with love and warmth. The anticipation of seeing my family, sharing meals and memories, and most of all savoring the gift of their presence fills me with hope and joy.

But the season carries echoes, too.

Alongside the joy live the memories of years past. Time with loved ones who no longer walk the earth. The holidays can hold a quiet dichotomy of emotions, joy braided tightly with longing. Loss and grief are not linear. They do not evaporate with time. Instead, they weave themselves into the fabric of our lives. We carry our loved ones close in our hearts while mourning the simple, sacred things we can no longer do: sitting at the table together, making new memories, sharing space.

Christmas has historically been the happiest time of the year for me. It has always felt magical. Not because of presents, but because of the small moments. This year, though, I find myself struggling a bit. I have so much to be grateful for, and that gratitude helps steady me, but it has also been a tough year. Both things can be true.

So why am I sharing this?

Because I suspect I am not the only one who feels moments of sadness during a season that insists on joy. I have always tried to walk through this life leading with love. It has been my compass for as long as I can remember. And when life feels especially challenging, I try to meet it with courage, too.

That is why I often use a purple heart. 💜
For me, it represents the blending of both: love and courage, tenderness and strength, softness with resolve. It is a reminder that we can hold space for joy and grief, gratitude and weariness. That we do not have to force ourselves to feel “merry” when our hearts are asking for honesty instead.

We do not need any more weight to carry. Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is tell the truth about where we are, to ourselves and to one another. To keep showing up, imperfectly, with open hearts. To lead with love, and when that feels hard, to borrow courage and keep going anyway.

If this season feels complicated for you, you are not alone. There is room here for all of it. 💜

Sending you so much love-

Susan


#LeadingWithLove #LoveAndCourage #PurpleHeartEnergy #ChooseLove #quietcourage #Authenticliving

There is always love

This year has been one of the hardest I can remember.

Two of our daughters have faced complicated pregnancies, each bringing tiny, beautiful preemie babies into the world. We’ve spent long nights praying, waiting, and learning that strength can be found in the smallest moments including the hum of hospital machines, in the softness of a baby’s hand, in love that never wavers.

The last few years we’ve also been caring for my father-in-law. Most recently and more seriously through a series of hospitalizations -five in seven months, until his passing this past Friday. Watching someone you love decline is one of life’s most painful lessons in presence. We did our best to make his final months filled with dignity, comfort, and love, even when the days felt incredibly heavy.

But there is always hope.

There is always love.

Somewhere in the midst of the challenges, a quiet sign appeared. My sister had come to the hospital to be with us on one of those really hard days – the kind where your heart feels stretched too thin. As she parked, she noticed a familiar image on a bumper: one of my own stickers; a heart I painted with a peace sign in the center.

That simple sight stopped me in my tracks. It felt like the universe whispering back: You are seen. You are supported. Keep going.

That little heart symbolized everything I needed at that moment – peace in the midst of pain, connection through creativity, and the reminder that something I made, born of love, found its way into the world and came back to comfort me when I needed it most.

This year has stripped away all illusion of control, but it has also deepened my faith in love, in art, and in the quiet ways the universe holds us when we can’t hold ourselves.

As life begins to find its new rhythm, I will slowly be returning to my work – creating, painting, and reconnecting with the heart of why I began all this in the first place. There’s healing in the act of creating, and I’m grateful to step back into that space again, carrying the lessons and love this year has taught me.

If this year has been heavy for you too, I see you. Let’s hold space for each other and keep finding small ways to celebrate the good -even when it’s quiet and fragile.

Sending you so much love,

Susan

What are you grateful for?

Sometimes life feels beyond stressful. It could be one thing (work/family/friends/life, or even multiples- it weighs heavily, it builds up, it all seems to be too much. Even the littlest things can be so darn heavy.

My question for you in this moment, is… what are you grateful for? I had countless conversations with my mom that usually ended with this question. She would listen to the grocery list of complaints, and then ask… “What are you grateful for?” (She would be so proud that I am sharing this with you now)

This doesn’t in any way negate the stress you feel, the sadness, or whatever you feel. It just offers an opportunity to balance and see the situation a little differently.

When I pulled this card today- it struck me that even though I am feeling quite overwhelmed by life, obligations, and a variety of heavy situations; I am not only allowed, but encourged to feel great joy. I have so much to be grateful for.

My gratitude is for the simpliest things today- the cold water I am drinking, conversations with my children, making a lunch date with a friend, a safe home to live in (that also has air conditioning so I can breathe in this heat/humdity), music that makes me want to dance, and … well, you get the idea.

Life can be so darn heavy- but also, gratitude inspires joy. I hope that you find a way to feel the greatest of joys today.

sending you so much love,

Susan

Fire Negative Nellie

I was working this morning on going to press. Full disclosure- this process is not easy for the artistic mind. I think it would be a bit easier if I had my husband’s brain. He is an engineer, he is technical, he likes very straight and organized corners.

That said… I spend a great deal of time getting in my own way. I overthink, I struggle, I worry.

This morning, while working on preparing the print files, I was reviewing some for my new self-care deck (YES, A NEW DECK- I AM SO EXCITED!!) I looked at some of the files, and smiled…”this is really good work!” I sort of shocked myself by even thinking that. Going to press can be so stressful, but this was a purely beautiful moment.

Why am I sharing this? Because I do think it’s time we flip the script we are all so used to. No, I am not an engineer… but I am a trained graphic designer. I know what works and what doesn’t. I am open and learn daily. That is a success, that is a positive.

Be nice to yourself. Fire Nellie the Negative- she doesn’t deserve space in your head.

Sending you so much love!

(going back to work now!)

xo

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Grandparents day

Today is grandparent’s day. I had wonderful ones- I’d love to share…

My paternal grandfather taught me the value of tenacity, of working hard, and of courage. He came to the United States twice from Italy. He changed his name in hopes of providing a more “American” (and less bigoted) life for his family. He worked hard, he did well in his career, and he even purchased a plot of land where he had a wonderful garden.

My paternal grandmother was the hostess extraordinaire. She loved deeply, didn’t complain about much, and worked hard. She kept a lovely home, always had a three-course meal ready to share, and of course, there was the coffee pot that would go on the minute someone walked through the door. (and cake in the fridge). She raised four children to be wonderful humans and spoiled no less than twelve grandchildren (and quite a few great-grandchildren too.) She made us each feel important. She made us each feel like we were her favorite.

My maternal grandparents were pretty amazing too. They shared what they had (which wasn’t a lot, but you would never have known that) They loved to have company and parties. They found joy in the simple things (like feeding squirrels out of your hand, and maybe a little something sweet once in a while) They worked hard, loved well, and celebrated life whenever they could.

My grandfather had strong opinions, loved Westerns, and Lawerence Welk. He actually worked with my father-in-law at one point and told me my then-boyfriend (now husband) was alright because he was Jim Duffy’s kid. His family was important to him. (he was one of thirteen) – we were important to him.

My grandmother was a sweet woman who was dedicated to family as well. I remember when I eloped (weren’t we a little silly) she literally took a wedding band off of her hand and put it on mine. “Married ladies should have a wedding ring,” she said (we didn’t have rings- we were 19, silly, and downright broke!)

These humans taught me much – how to love, how to live- I hope that somehow- I teach my granddaughter something wonderful too. #grandparentsday

Coming in May!

May will be a fun month full of creativity and visits to some of my favorite places! First up is a weekend at Genrich’s Garden Center Florist & Greenhouses! Genrich’s is much more than a garden center- this is a lovely place, with a big heart and unbelievable beauty. I love being there! (I have even thought of asking for a job!)

Have you ever wondered about watercolors? Have you tried them and gotten frustrated? Frustration no more! On May 10th you can visit The Purple Door Soul Source and have an introduction to watercolors. We will have fun, and explore the medium. If you like it, there is another offering on Thursdays- we will dive creatively into watercolors! Sign-up is at the Purple Door on their website! Here is a link to the introductory workshop!

On May 11th, Come visit @the Mill Gallery in Honeoye Falls! I will be with my friend, Nancy Radzik! You can visit us and the latest showing – a member’s show – “Looks like Spring”- it is spectacular!

The last creative offering in May is a collage workshop through Oasis Rochester. It will be at my studio- we will explore composition, and making papers, and using found papers and… well you get the idea! This will be a fun opportunity and you need no skills to be successful!

Thank you for always supporting me – for affirming this journey – I appreciate you more than I can express.

Sending you so much love!

Susan

Seeing through the color blue

Life is complicated. I find myself weaving through the noise to find a way to just be. As a small business owner, it seems to be about searching for the special sauce, the recipe that will help me be successful, the MOST successful.

We are bombarded by messaging on an entirely new level. Social media has taken over life in so many ways. We follow people and messages we are attracted to, interested in, and curious about. And before you know it, that curiosity has become a new addiction. We scroll through aimlessly when in reality, if we are just centered. Listened to ourselves and practiced our authentic fingerprint the harmony would align to our beautiful lives.

Without consciously doing so, I often find myself in comparison. I am not enough, I am not successful enough, I am not generous enough, I am not in enough galleries, I am not known enough for my art, I am not talented enough, I am not… you get it right?

This not enoughness seems to lead to a host of other things. It feeds the depression monster and smothers creativity. It diminishes the ability to any sort of forward movement ultimately leaning into what can be perceived as more failure.

Well doesn’t that just stink?

The trick seems to be to see clearly regardless of the filters that might challenge us. It is perspective. It is an objective perspective.

As an artist, when I am struggling with a piece, I often take a photo of it on my phone. The camera doesn’t lie. It shows the good, bad, and, well… ugly. It shows what needs improvement, but also shows the success.

Speaking of success. Isn’t that a whole bunch of perspective too?

When I see through the blue… I cannot see any success. I am not a millionaire, I am not famous, I am not special. But is that success?

When I fully dive in, even through the blue, I can see that I have grown so much as an artist. I have grown as a human. I can pay my “art bills” with art-related income. I have an expansive collection of art created (and has been collected nationally and internationally), I have awards graciously given by my peers, I began and have a greeting card company, and have the opportunity to venture into the “dream ” or “heart” projects- (my Affirmation decks) for one. I make my own schedule (which is still too busy) – but… I would say, I am doing okay. Blue and all.

Here’s my point. Don’t listen to the lying brain. She’s not a nice person. She believes in all the comparison cultures, the banter on the internet, the lies.

Take a moment, to see through the blue. See how far you have come, see the good you put out into the world. Celebrate that. I believe in you.

Sending you so much love,

Susan