Real Life Stories: Conner The Hustle QueenWednesday, April 15, 2015
I choose joy simply because I know a life without it.
The back story:I met Conner last year. The year of the grief fog. Because of that, I can't remember when we first met. I know that she came to my house for dinner with her boyfriend who is a friend of my husband's. We also went camping together with them. I honestly don't remember which happened first. I just remember thinking, "Man, I need that girl to teach me how to do liquid liner." We did the traditional add to Facebook, and that was that. But, I started seeing her awesome Etsy posts, and then her awesome blog posts, and started to feel really inspired by her work ethic, and her creativity. Also, her downright bluntness. I appreciate honesty, it earns my respect quickly. I was really excited when she decided to share her Real Life Story with you all, I just knew it would be a learning moment for me, and I hope that it helps some of you! Let's head to the interview now.
TJB: Conner, I'm so excited to interview you. I just always feel like you have something profound to talk about. So, let's jump right in, shall we? What does having joy mean to you?
TJB: So, then what other things bring you joy?
When I was 11, I wrote a book, filling 3 entire college-lined notebooks, about a strange girl attending private school who had a secret: telepathy. I ended up revising it and typing it in full on a typewriter; I still have all of the drafts. When I was 16, my mom had asked for a specific jewelry item for Christmas and, distraught I couldn’t find it anywhere, I decided to take matters into my own hands and hand-make her the jewelry piece exactly as she wanted. This particular endeavor-turned-small business is one that has stuck with me since, and is one of my main sources of joy.
TJB: Describe in detail a time or event in your life where you dealt with a mountain that seemed impossible to climb.
TJB: You're so right, depression isn't an easy-fix for a lot of people. How have you made it through?
Eventually, I had ideas again, I resumed making things I loved, and I never, for one second, looked back. I made new goals, attainable goals, and reached them. Somewhere at the end of these accomplishments I took a step back and realized that everything had changed. I was so busy running full steam ahead that I somehow hadn’t noticed I left a dark presence and a former skin of myself behind me. This realization, still, is enough to help me make it through anything life continues to throw my way.