The Ingrid Effect

For the first time in my life, I’m throwing myself a birthday party.  Because life is short.

And you’re invited to it. It’s happening at my restaurant—The Norwegian—on February 7th from 6 pm to 9 pm.  It’ll take place during our Open Mic, and the cost of admission is an unopened hygiene item (shampoo, conditioner, soap, etc) to donate to local charities that need those supplies. The bar will be open and bar snacks will be free. 

I’m also going to bake myself a cake.  Because life is short.

Reader, I lost a dear friend last week, and I’m still trying to find words.  Her name was Ingrid Graudins.  She happened to be a very gifted songwriter and singer, but I just knew her as my pal who did everything with depth.  She listened with depth.  She spoke with depth.  She cared with depth.  And so I guess it makes sense that I’m missing her deeply.   

But I’m channeling my grief and my love for Ingrid into action.  I’m taking every chance I can to love and celebrate and work for others, and also for myself. I invite you to do the same. Whatever you do this week, may you do it with love, and with the depth of Ingrid.

Because—as her death has painfully reminded me—life is short.

See you next Monday. -Em

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