10 with a 10.
Every Monday, 10 questions with a 10 coming down the pipeline.
This is the last of the One of a Kind-themed 10's and it seemed only fitting to finally put up my own. To be accountable to answer the questions I whip out to other women on a regular basis.
I tried my best.
1. What do you do and what does it give to people?
I own and run a stationery company called Dani Press. You can read the entire story here, but greeting cards, notecards, art prints, postcards, anything made of paper is my thing.
What does it give to people?
Ooof. Well, my work gives people the chance to express love, provide comfort, to offer a high-five of encouragement, to be thoughtful and intentional in this whirring world we're living in by using airmail to do so.
Larger picture, I hope my work, but more importantly the way I live my life inspires people to live an adventurous, incredible story.
2. What's a piece of advice you consistently find yourself giving out but find hard to take yourself?
I'm great with the urging sidekick at a bar advice:
What's the worst that could happen?
Ask him out!
I all too often have my boneheaded, sheepish moments where I definitely don't do those things myself, as we all do, but for the most part, I try my hardest to live like that.
I don't want to be handing my dreams the mic when I have arthritis.
I don't want to be mumbling a list of coulda, woulda, shoulda's when I'm retired.
I don't want to lay in bed some night a long time from now and have wished. Gosh, no thanks.
Now is all you've got, so hit the gas.
That's how I navigate this thing.
So hey, I'll give that advice out now to anyone reading this:
The gas pedal is on the right. Do something with that information.
Let's all do something with that information.
3. How do you rely on others to make you better?
By trusting that they'll be honest with me is my act of relying on them.
The people I surrounded myself with ask me the uncomfortable questions, urge me to see it from another viewpoint, tell me when I'm over the line. And they'll do it in love, but they'll do it.
No one who is truly close to me is a yes man.
"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another." Proverbs 27:17.
4. Someone gives you 50 mill. What's the FIRST way your life changes?
Royal Bank can lose my phone number and stop calling, for one. I'd just pay 'em out for all the fun I've been having on their dime. SUCKERS!
Then I'd take my entire family to somewhere significantly cool and crowd around a table full of booze and meat and thank them for how they supported me so entirely when I was way beyond broke.
We would cheers.
I'd cry during my speech.
Then I'd fill a giant, red suburban with the best people I know and floor it straight to the Utah desert with Bruce Springsteen on full blast and a cooler full of expensive snacks and IPA's. We'd find a skeezy, old school, roadside motel and we'd all go running down the abandoned halls in the buzzing, dense heat right to the pale pool while the rays of sun send off the last of their breathe. I can picture it, standing on some rickety diving board and looking out on the horizon and being like,
"This is it. This is what I dreamt of."
It would be so great.
It will be.
I'm gonna do it.
Jenna, when can you get time off?
5. What has compelled you forward more than anything else?
Potential. I think if I fill a casket someday with more leftover potential than leftover body, I'll be pretty pissed.
Fear. I want to know what's on the other side of it, even on the days I don't act like I do.
Risk. Let's make some shakey choices and throw the dice. Isn't that what we're here for? If you're sitting down beside the CRAPS table, you can just go home, in my opinion.
Take a shot.
Even losing can be glorious and hilarious, so either way, you win.
6. Do you like when people ask you, "Where do you want to be in 5 years?"
Depends whose asking, but if we've got some relationship equity, I can be all kinds of candid.
As a whole though, I struggle to dream, to allow myself to dream, so I often times won't even ask myself that question.
I was asked in Career and Life Management class when I was 14 when I thought I would be married by. I remember the teacher, Mr. Merta, and where I was sitting, left hand side a few desks back.
I weirdly remember it all, a vidid video tape in my mind.
I wrote down 24.
When I turned 25 and was in the fetal position instead of on some altar, I got up and figured this whole thing would be better played if I just rolled with it. To take it as it comes because you can't just solely predict and plan your way through this gig.
7. If someone was handed a script of your inner dialogue this week, what would it say?
Read my journal and you'll find out. It's a very hefty and verbatim account of what goes on between God and I.
8. Are you spontaneous?
If you brought me to the airport and told me to pick, I wouldn't think about what I should be doing. I'd be thinking about about the beers I'm about to have in Wisconsin or wherever they're flying within the next hour. I'd be thinking about all the potential there is in the present moment and just let it rip. When you break away from the regular, the ordinary, the scheduled, you feel it right away, right in your blood. Something physical happens when the only thing you feel is all that could happen, not what should happen. Those are the stories you're going to be telling 50 years from now on some porch, so live them. Give yourself some marvellous adventures to go on and on about when you're drinking tea in 2065.
9. Are you failing differently each time?
I still fail the same way simply because those are well-worn trails and ditches, but I don't feel like I'm failing as badly, maybe?
But that's a real stab in the dark.
I'm still falling for guys that are the male me and borrowing money from my dad, so what do I know, really.
I'm failing on the regular, but I like my scars and bruises and cuts. It's crafted my character to absorb all the innumerous crashes and rips.
Because at the end of the day, they're the things that have built the relationship I have with Jesus.
You see, nearly everything I've learnt about my own heart has been because I've graphically bled out at one point or another.
Those times when I was furiously wheeled in and flung on the operating table, when Jesus had His entire fist in my chest to stop the bleeding or had to warm up a defibrillator for the umpteenth time or carefully and intricately stitch up mangled pieces late into the night, I learnt who He was.
I would eventually wake up, chest heaving, dried tears crusting up the sides of my eyes, and He'd be the first thing I'd see. With the soft faint beep of my own heart monitor in the still air, He'd sit by my bed and we would talk 'til 2 a.m., 3:30 a.m., 5 a.m...
The only way I ever get back up again is because of Him. His grace has been undeservingly sufficient for someone whose clearly a ripe idiot, but I survive hit after hit after hit because of who He is, not who I am.
So for all that has taught me about my Father, it's a pretty hard sell for me not to embrace failure. It's made for some of the richest times between He and I.
10. Paul Newman or Robert Redford?
As much as it's tempting to answer Redford, there's no man more classic than Newman. That man sitting on a motorcycle with a cigarette wilting out of his mout is as good as it'll ever get on planet earth. The End.