Look at those little wooden wonderful weirdos up there. That video is from the makers in Ukraine, and the puppets in the photo below are me and my wife and our fur-children. There’s something so perfectly childhish about seeing yourself in painted wood with dangly limbs and a string coming out your butt. It's delightfully odd.
I found this small team last year, and I love supporting folks who put actual hours and heartbeats into their craft. Real friction to make something memorable. This stuff pushes back against the churn of modern life where gifting becomes a checklist. Sometimes the best gifts are those that take time, thought, creativity.
I'm still trying to figure out what it means to be "decaf" in my life, but what I do know is I feel better when life has texture to it, more pause, and some space so I’m not sprinting after the next thing.
So maybe that’s my takeaway this week. I'm asking myself where I can find the slower thing, the tender thing, the weird version, the real stuff. What about you? Where are you finding the decaffeinated stuff in life?
Have a weekend. Let your shoulders drop. Tell someone you love them, make eye contact with people, ask them how they're doin. You got this.
Hugs and High-fives,
Matthew & Team Wimp.